Page 60 of Atlas & Miles
My stomach swooped. “Aw, that’s a very good answer. But you were naughty, and this is to help you focus today, too, so I say we go with . . .” I tapped my chin, dragging it out just to fuck with him. “Thirty with the paddle followed by twenty with my hand.”
Miles sucked in a breath but still managed a “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Such a sweet, sweet boy.” I raised the paddle in the air. “I’ll keep count, baby. You just feel.” Then I dropped my arm.
Miles jerked at the first hit, but I knew this was just a warmup for him. So I laid a flurry of smacks across his gorgeous cheeks, alternating placement until I had a reddening canvas to play with. He’d be starting to really feel it now.
I set the paddle down after twenty and hovered my hand just above his ass, reveling in the heat coming off of it. Oh yeah, he wasdefinitelyfeeling it.
Picking up the paddle again, I resumed his spanking, enjoying the cries he couldn’t keep in any longer. The break had given time for the pain to settle a bit, making the second round worse, and that had been intentional. My goal was to make him come from just the paddle or my hand on his ass, and I knew from experience that the pain needed to be intense for that to work.
After the final ten paddle hits, I tossed it on the cushion then started spanking him with my hand. My handprints on his already reddened cheeks had me rock-hard beneath him, but I wouldn’t be getting any relief right now. We were going to be late if we didn’t hurry—we still needed to stop by Miles’s house so he could change and, after this, clean up—but this was for him. Myboy needed to know I was still his Daddy, that I was still here to take care of him, no matter what tomorrow would bring.
I stopped after ten smacks, rubbing his cheeks to the soundtrack of his screams, knowing these final ten would hurt enough to hurl him over the edge. Between the shouts, I heard him crying, sobbing, so I knew he was incredibly close.
“Last ten, baby. Come for me, okay? Come in your pants like the naughty boy you are while you take the rest of your punishment.”
At my permission, Miles began to hump my thigh as I blistered his ass once more. He shouted at each smack, his skin getting even darker, then, when I had only four left, he tensed, screamed, and released into his pants, against my lap. I was glad I’d had him bring the towel—I didn’t want to change.
I spanked him through the orgasm as he yelled, sobbed, and cried out his pleasure-pain into the rug. God, he was fucking beautiful like this, completely wrecked while lying over my lap. I wanted him with me always.
Once he’d stopped jerking atop my legs and his body had calmed, I pulled him up to sit on my lap. He acquiesced with a dramatic wince, and I soothed him with soft words as I removed the clamps from his sore nipples. He cried out as blood returned to the abused nubs, and I stroked a hand over his hair as he came down from his high. From the look in his eyes, I didn’t think he’d fully hit subspace, but he was definitely blissed out. And I’d be here to hold him as he floated back to reality.
He blinked a few minutes later, finding my gaze. “Thank you, Daddy. I needed that.”
I smiled then planted a soft kiss on each side of his tear-stained face. “I know you did, baby. I know you’re not used to being around people, but I think this will be good for you. And now you have more than one reminder that I’ve got you today.”
Knowing from experience that he’d recovered enough to move, I tapped him lightly on his bare hip to indicate he should stand. I laid out the towel then helped him lie down on the davenport before going into the bedroom to retrieve another item, one I wanted to be a surprise. He stretched out on his stomach, flaming cheeks out, all traces of obstinance gone.
I was back less than a minute later with a tube of arnica gel, a dry washcloth, and the plug I wanted him to wear today. He’d worn one out of the house once, that night in Atlanta, though that had only been for a few hours, definitely not all day. But he needed it now; I could sense it.
Kneeling near his head, I stroked his hair gently, encouraging him to turn his face toward me. When he did, I held the plug up. “For you to wear the rest of the day.” To my deep satisfaction, his eyes widened. “Color?”
He swallowed hard but said, “Green.”
Grinning, I moved down the davenport to sit beside his bottom half, within easy reach of the plug already seated in his ass. He easily released the ridged plug, but his hole winked at me once it was empty as if begging for me to fill it. It wouldn’t be disappointed.
After a liberal coating of lube, I inserted the smaller silicone plug into his gorgeous stretched hole, and he took that easily as well.
I was so proud of him.
“Good boy.” I wiped my hand on the washcloth I’d brought into the living room then laid it on the coffee table behind me before setting the plug on it. I reached for the gel. “Let me soothe that gorgeous red ass, then we’ll go.”
Miles grunted as I rubbed the gel into his sore globes, and I relished every groan, absorbing and cataloguing them for future recall when we were thousands of miles apart.
When I was done, I patted his thigh then pushed to my feet. “Okay, sweet baby boy, up.”
I offered him an arm to help him stand on shaky legs—he was clearly still reeling from his spanking and the concurrent orgasm. Once he was stable, I bent to help him pull his clothes back into place. He winced when the fabric scratched across his burning cheeks, then his eyes widened when he spied the wet spot on the front of his dress pants. His eyes shot to mine, silently pleading with me, his cheeks reddening until they nearly matched the ones in his pants.
I just shook my head, gaze hard but a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. Nope, I wasn’t going to let him change.
“But, Daddy . . .” he started, his voice small and cracking. “Everyone will see.”
My inner sadist stood up and cheered. “I know, boy. That’s part of your punishment.”
He grabbed for the arm of my davenport, his knees nearly buckling under the weight of his lust, and a confusing mix of desire, love, and sorrow swelled in my gut. Leaving this man was going to destroy me.
“Okay, baby. We’ll go to your place first so you can clean up and change. Then we’ll head over to the reunion. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
