Page 17 of Thrust Me Daddy

‘Hands on the desk and spread your legs for me,’ Trent barks, waiting with his arms folded as I trudge over to the desk. ‘Quicker!’

I scurry along and put myself in position.

It’s not long before I feel Trent’s hands reach around an unbutton my blue work trousers and yank them down to the top of my work boots.

I’m wearing a white jockstrap and my cheeks are already full on display for Trent. I don’t know if he’s going to let me keep my jockstrap on or take it off – but all I do know is that Trent is totally in control, and my role is solely to be a good Little and take my punishment like a good boy.

‘Push those cheeks out,’ Trent grunts, firmly gripping my hips and adjusting my body shape.

I might be big, but it’s clear that Trent had no problem in handling me.

I can’t help but feel turned on by his every touch and its evident that Trent doesn’t feel even in the slightest bit intimidated by my size.

‘Now hold still,’ Trent says, his voice stern but with a hint of care too. ‘This is going to sting.’

I brace myself and wait for the first spank.

CRACK!

‘Owwwww!’ I cry, the feeling of Trent’s hand landing with force on my exposed cheek making me whimper.

CRACK!

‘OMG!’ I bleat, Trent landing a second spank on my other cheek with equally accurate force.

‘Quieten down, boy,’ Trent barks. ‘This room isn’t big enough for that kind of squealing. I could always take you outside and tan your ass in front of the whole crew if you’d prefer?’

‘No, Daddy!’ I say, losing myself in the moment. ‘Please, I’ll take the spanking inside and try and keep quiet.’

‘Thank me for each spank,’ Trent says, his voice full of control. ‘SayThank you, Daddy.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I reply. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’

With that, Trent begins the spanking in earnest.

I follow Trent’s orders and thank him after each and every spank. Even when I can feel my cheeks beginning to burn with pain, I continue to stick to Trent’s instructions.

I know it’s only a first spanking, but perhaps that’s why I want to impress Trent so much.

As the spanking continues, I begin to relax a little.

It might sound like an odd thing to say, but I’m finding something comforting about the spanks as they land on my glowing butt. Giving myself so willingly to a naturally dominant Daddy like Trent is like nothing I have experienced before.

This is definitely not the kind of spanking I’ve taken in a club or a Daddies and Littles party.

This feels…real.

I’m clutching onto the desk now and beginning to wonder if the spanking is ever going to end. But just when I think I might be about to tap-out and use my safeword, Trent delivers one final double spank and immediately turns me around to face him.

‘Well done, baby boy,’ Trent says, softly kissing me on my forehead. ‘You’ve got one red booty, so how about you let Daddy apply some cooling gel to make it all better for you?’

‘Yes, Daddy, I’d like that,’ I say, my voice quiet and full of emotion.

Trent proceeds to take a slender tube of cooling gel out of his pocket and squeeze it all onto my cheeks as I turn and present my ass for him once more.

‘How does that feel?’ Trent says, gently massaging the cream over the red handprints on my butt cheeks.

‘Good. It feels… nice,’ I say, my mind clear and a sense of real wellbeing slowly coming over me. ‘I think I was really silly for talking about you like that. I’m sorry.’

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