Page 45 of Saul

“Because you hit me!” How dare he try to rewrite history? I swallowed. It was time. If I was going to regret it, I’d deal with that tomorrow. “Even if,” I said slowly but clearly, “I didn’t love Saul with all my heart, nothing would ever persuade me to go back to you. We’re done. We were done five months ago, and the only feeling I might have left is a tiny amount of gratitude that you finished things between us when I still had blinders on.” I looked up at Daddy. “Can we go inside now?”

Chris scoffed. “You two go in. I’ll take out the trash.”

Daddy cupped my face gently, bent down to brush a kiss on my lips, and guided me inside. His first words weren’t what I was expecting, though.

“Go take off your pants and stand in the corner of our bedroom.”

It took me a minute. “Daddy?”

“Go take off your pants and stand in the corner of our room, face to the wall, forehead touching it.” He just arched an eyebrow and waited. It still took me too long to understand. “That’s an extra three for disobedience.”

And finally getting it, I squeaked out some sort of response and hustled. He wasn’t, surely? Was he? Fingers shaking, I managed to undo my pants, wishing my pink briefs weren’t so snug-fitting and came with a little more padding. I glanced around the room. There were only two corners that furniture didn’t block, and one was behind the door. Tempting, but no. So I stood facing the other wall as ordered and waited.

And waited some more. Jeez, I now knew why Ricky hated this. Then I heard Daddy’s footsteps and felt his breath on my neck. “You’ve been a really naughty boy. Racking up infractions left and right. Letting Steven in when you were told not to open the door when I went to get the truck. Not telling Daddy you were struggling and didn’t have faith in him. I’m only allowing you some leeway because I wasn’t clear from the start.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. “Assume the position.”

I could have sassed him, but it would probably earn me more spanks, so I lay over his lap, wriggling to get comfy. Except I was hard and so was Daddy, so I wriggled a little bit more. “Boy,” he ground out, hand on my neck, stopping my movements. “Are you wanting another ten?”

“No,” I squeaked out, my voice way too high, already starting to slide into my Little. But I wasn’t scared. I was hard and aching and adoring every second of this punishment. Ricky had warned me, but he’d never said it resembled Nirvana, everything I’d ever wanted.

My initial thought that I might have bitten off more than I could chew hit when Daddy pulled down my briefs, revealing my very bare bottom.

“You’ve earned fifteen smacks.”

I had? How was that— But the first took my breath away and any logic along with it. In fact, ithurt. But I didn’t process that until the third one. Daddy’s hand had landed on my bottom so quickly I didn’t get a chance. But by the fourth I did because it seemed to hit me—yeah—all at once.

Daddy paused. “Color?”

I nearly said red, but it wasn’t and I managed to choke out “green.” Not because it didn’t hurt but because every smack seemed to tie me to Daddy. I recognized the emotion that had been riding me since yesterday was guilt. Daddy had done nothing but protect me and those I loved for weeks. He didn’t deserve my indecision. He’d stepped in immediately so many times with Steven, both to save my pride at the airport and to save my ass since. And in a weird way he was reminding me.

The next five were slower, but by the time we got to twelve, my eyes were leaking dreadfully. Daddy must have known because his pants were wet from my tears. “The last three are to remind you to trust me. You seem to need a physical reminder, so starting tomorrow you will get three every morning.”

I sniffed ineffectually. I was crying so hard my nose was blocked, but I didn’t care. If Daddy wanted a pretty crier, he should have gone with Emile or someone like that. The last three made me cry harder, and when he turned me so I was cradled in his arms, I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not because my bottomhurt.

My soul didn’t, though. For some reason I felt happy and loved, even though I was in pain.

“I didn’t enjoy that,” Daddy said tersely. “I want to keep you safe forever, even from me, but you seem to have a hard time understanding that, so this was necessary.” I buried my head—snotty nose and all—in the crook of his neck. “And just in case you hadn’t worked it out, I’m keeping you. All of you. You’re mine. My mistake was that I was too busy being afraid of losingyou to concentrate on keeping you. But that ends now. We’re going to remodel this house so it’s perfect for both of us. And I’m taking the job next weekend.”

My heart sank. I really didn’t think I could do this. Watch him be a Daddy with someone else.

“But so are you. Chris and Ricky are going as well because Emily needs friends. She knows I have you.”

I lifted my head and met Daddy’s gaze. “She does?” My heart was going to explode.

He smiled. “I told her first-thing. But now I’m telling you because you seem to have doubts.” He shifted me in his arms and chuckled when I winced. “You’re my boy, Calvin. And I’m your Daddy. That’s forever and always. None of that shit that means I’m your Daddy on weekends only or some such nonsense.” He pressed his head to mine. “Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. You’re stuck with me now.”

“I love you,” I blurted out, then flushed. “You don’t have to—”

“Baby, do you really think I’d be doing all this if I didn’t love you with everything in me? Why did you get spanked?”

The words “because I was naughty” were on the tip of my tongue, but then I looked into his amazing eyes and knew I was wrong. “Because you love me, and you’re going to keep me forever.”

His lips descending on mine told me he liked my answer, and even with a sore bottom, I knew I was a very good boy.

The next weekend, I carefully got ready to go out. I was a little nervous, even if I would be with Daddy. I could tell Daddy saw that in me even though Daddy showed me every day how much I could trust him. I absolutely knew I was safe with him, but I didn’t know how to prove that. He had been so amazing and really what had I done?

I didn’t ever want him to think that I doubted him ever again. Christopher and Ricky were collecting us, then we were going for Emily, so I quickly texted Ricky to ask him to bring me something.

Daddy and Christopher were waiting in the kitchen when we came downstairs, and I knew we all looked fantastic in our tuxes. Ricky and I had gone with silver glitter ties. And I saw Daddy’s eyes widen when he saw me and I rushed into his outstretched arms and sure enough, his hand slid down to clasp my ass and bring me closer.

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