Page 18 of Screw Me Daddy

‘Check out Xander defending his Daddy!’ River hollers, the rest of the guys playfully whistling and laughing along with him.

‘I guess all it takes is one good butt roasting and our Little friend is practically married!’ Lane adds, winking at me as the words roll off his tongue.

In the end, I can’t help but join in the laughter.

We might all be the most macho and burly Littles, but what truly bonds us is our sense of humor.

‘Okay, okay, I know I’m being corny,’ I laugh. ‘But… all I’m saying is that after that spanking, I’m pretty keen that we stick to Reece’s instructions. It’s my ass on the line here – literally!’

I decide to get back to work and in less than ten seconds, the whole crew is working hard too. We love to laugh and joke around with one another, but there probably isn’t a harder working construction crew in all of the west coast.

I’m loading a huge stack of bricks to move over to the other side of the site and can feel my arms and shoulders burning from the volume of weight I’m lifting.

But as hard as my upper body is working, I’m actually starting to get hard somewhere else too.

No matter how hard I try to think about other things, all my brain wants to do is think about Reece.

Sexy as hell? Yeah.

Successful and motivated? No doubt.

Naturally dominant and ready to put me in my place? That spanking was confirmation.

No matter how I look at it, Reece fits the bill for the kind of Forever Daddy I’d love to find myself with. But above all of those undoubtedly fantastic attributes, there’s something else about Reece Bellham.

Reece really seems to like me.

And not only that, I think Reece likes me for who I am. I know I had a bad experience with my ex-Daddy, but the reality is that there are a lot of Daddies out there who are put off by my size and strength.

Believe me, I don’t need anyone to tell me that I don’t look like the stereotypical Little. And I’m not an interior designer or barista either.

So the fact that Reece likes me for all of my muscles and my macho job too means that our mutual connection is even more attractive to me.

‘Reece?’ I say, looking up and seeing Reece appear as if by magic over by the site’s entry gate. ‘Hey!’

‘You,’ Reece replies, a gruffness in his voice that tells me all is not well. ‘Up here. Now. I need a word with you.’

I don’t think I need to be a genius to work out that this is probably not going to be an invitation to take a break and go for a glass of freshly pressed OJ.

But as I approach Reece, I notice something that makes my heart skip a beat.

Reece Bellham is holding a red paddle in his hand – and something tells me that I’ll be getting acquainted with it very soon indeed.

The back seats of Reece’s SUV are the definition of luxury.

I’ve seen plenty of G-Wagons cruising along the coastal highway and around town, but I’ve never actually been in one myself.

Put it this way, there’s more than enough room even for a big guy like me – although with my pants and briefs around my ankles and my ass exposed, I don’t think we’re going to be going anywhere soon.

‘I said only the Moroccan tiles would do for the courtyard,’ Reece says, his voice calm but full of intent. ‘So imagine my surprise when I get a call from the supplier to say that the Italian tiles had arrived and would be delivered tomorrow.’

‘Argh, well that must have been River, or Jason,’ I say, my mind scrambling to remember whether that might actually have been my error. ‘But…’

‘But what?’ Reece replies, impatience in his voice. ‘I told you that you would be held accountable. And that’s exactly how we’re going to do this.’

I arch my head around and see Reece sitting opposite, perfectly positioned and with a red paddle in his hand.

Even though Reece doesn’t have a full range of motion due to being in the SUV, I know that this is going to sting…

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