Page 19 of Screw Me Daddy

‘Awwwwww!’ I yelp, the first paddle shot landing perfectly on my left cheek and quickly followed by the second swat to my right buttock. ‘Wow! Wow! Wow!’

‘That doesn’t sound much like an apology to me,’ Reece growls. ‘Perhaps two swats on each cheek in quick succession will help.’

Reece is good to his word and follows up with a flurry of swats, four in total. My butt is on fire already and my only small sense of relief comes from the fact that this is happening away from the rest of the crew – although to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t all knowexactlywhat was going on.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say, biting my lip to stop myself from squealing even louder. ‘It was me. It was me. I screwed up. But it was an accident, Daddy!’

‘Good. You’re taking ownership of your mistake,’ Reece says, his voice still firm and leaving me in no doubt as to who’s in charge. ‘But that doesn’t mean you get off free of charge. There will be six more swats on each cheek. And you will thank me for each of them.’

I close my eyes and ready myself for the onslaught.

Each swat with the paddle makes my ass get hotter and hotter until I’m doing everything I can to not give in and use my safeword. I might be a big boy, but Reece is putting me to the test.

Somehow, I make it through to the end of the paddling.

‘Good boy,’ Reece says, pulling me over his lap. ‘Boy, this is one red butt. I think it’s time for some of my muscle cooling gel. Trust me, I used this in my playing days and it works wonders with soreness.’

‘I hope so, Daddy,’ I say, immediately feeling a degree of comfort from the cold gel as Reece applies it to my throbbing tushy.

But there’s something else that helps take my mind off the paddling too.

As I lie across Reece’s lap, I can feel a huge bulge pushing up against me. Like a rock solid iron rod, Reece’s cock seems to be straining to get out of his chic five inch shorts.

I can’t resist grinding my stomach against Reece’s hardness and feel myself blushing when Reece seems to respond by working the cooling cream between my ass cheeks deeper than he needs to.

But before things get any hotter, Reece stops applying the cream.

‘I think that’s quite enough of that for now, baby boy,’ Reece says. ‘It’s time for you to get that big, beautifully round booty back to work. And that’s Daddy’s orders.’

‘What will I say to the guys?’ I say, pulling my briefs and pants back up.

‘Tell them we were ironing out some details,’ Reece says with a smile on his face. ‘How do you feel?’

‘I actually feel… pretty good,’ I say, my butt cooling down pretty quickly and my dick tingling with excitement as I continue to linger on the feeling of Reece’s excited cock pressing up against my torso as I lay across his lap. ‘I won’t be making more mistakes with the tiles though…’

‘Good. That’s what I like to hear,’ Reece replies, the warm smile on his face telling me that he’s happy with me. ‘Now, stay in my good books and smash this project for the rest of the afternoon. I’ll be in touch.’

With that, I smile and clamber out of the G-Wagon.

Reece is a good man, and more than capable of handling a Little like me.

I’m a motivated worker at the best of times, but with Reece’s words ringing in my ears, I’m determined to have the best afternoon ever.

‘That’ll be six iced lattes and six fresh juices,’ the barista says, smiling as he hands me the huge tray of drinks. ‘Have a good day.’

I smile and thank the barista.

After the whole crew put in such a big effort for the last three hours, I volunteered myself to head down to the coffee spot to pick up some refreshments.

The ice lattes are for now, and we’ll all probably drink the fresh juices on our way home. It’s not a cheap order by any means, but I don’t mind paying and rewarding the guys for what was a pretty Herculean effort in the sun.

But as I’m leaving, I hear a voice call my name.

‘Hey there, big boy,’ the voice comes, hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I don’t even need to turn around to see who it is.

It’s Fraser Dane, my ex-Daddy – the man who, amongst other horrible things, said I was too big and too macho to be a real Little.

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