Page 16 of Thrust Me Daddy

‘Hey, Mikey, come and help me,’ Lane says, smiling and putting his arm around me. ‘We’re working on the solar panel installation for the rehab building’s roof.’

‘Awesome,’ I reply, more than happy to help. ‘I can’t wait for the Stuffie Surprise atMorning Milk. Have you got Claws with you?’

‘Hell yeah,’ Lane replies, opening up his backpack and showing me his gorgeous bobcat stuffie. ‘And I assume Atty is with you as always?’

‘You know it,’ I giggle, indicating that Atty was safely snuggle dup in my backpack too.

As we walk over to Nico and Jamie, I begin to explain what had happened with Trent in the diner.

Despite thinking that I was about to give a brief overview of events, I soon find myself slipping back into the frustration I had felt when Trent had so casually given me his number.

And it isn’t long before I’m in full flow either.

But in one sudden fateful moment, I feel the rug being pulled from underneath my big, black workboots…

‘Turn around boy,’ comes the voice from behind me. ‘Let me see the face of the boy who dares to talk shit about Trent Thomas.’

I can’t believe it.

I know it’s Trent but part of me hopes that if I don’t turn around then the problem will go away.

However, the looks on Lane, Nico, and Jamie’s faces are telling me that I have to turn and face reality.

‘I… um… it wasn’t how it sounded,’ I say, my heart racing and my guilty eyes unable to look at Trent.

But Trent isn’t about to let me off the hook. Far from it, in fact.

‘Boy, look at me when you speak,’ Trent growls. ‘We need to sort this out, and we need to sort it out right this second. Follow me.’

‘Y-y-y-yes, sir,’ I stutter, my submissive side coming to the fore and my sass disappearing into thin air. ‘I-’

‘Save it,’ Trent says as we walk over toward the temporary office room at the rear of the construction site. ‘Safe it and tell me your safeword.’

‘Kansas,’ I reply, not even questioning why Trent wants a safeword from me. ‘I can explain, honestly, I promise I wasn’t-’

‘Boy, unless you want an extra ten spanks I would recommend that you keep quiet,’ Trent replies. ‘Your booty is already in enough trouble as it is, I hardly think you want to make things worse?’

‘N-n-no, sir,’ I reply, my cock hard and my mind all over the place.

Am Ireallyabout to have my ass spanked at work?

And by Trent of all people?

This is wild – and judging by the look of quiet anger on Trent’s face, I don’t think this is going to be a playful butt warming either.

‘Now, do you agree to this punishment?’ Trent says, his green eyes full of wolf-like desire and ferocity. ‘Because once I start, youwillknow that you’re being disciplined by a real Daddy.’

‘I agree,’ I say, feeling compelled by Trent’s truly dominant nature.

If I had been unsure about his credentials as a Daddy over the whole phone number incident, those doubts are well and truly being put into the shade now.

‘Good,’ Trent says, holding the office door open for me to enter. ‘As I say, you’ve got your safeword. But unless you use it, I will not hold back. You were sassing me with no due reason. And while it may have been bad luck for you that I was in earshot, it’s not going to cut it as any kind of excuse either.’

I don’t reply.

Right now, all I can do is try to balance my excitement with my fear.

Trent’s strong and lean surfer body is making itself very clear through his tight ocean-blue t-shirt, and his fitted jeans are leaving little to the imagination too.

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