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“I. Fucking. Hate. Them.”
It gave him a thrill along his spine that Jamie knew what he wanted and was willing to ask for it like this. “Well, I don’t like them either, but you’re not allowed to use that kind of language, so we’re going to go to the playroom and I’m going to give you your punishment.”
“No…” Jamie nodded, though.
“Absolutely yes.” He took Jamie’s hand and led him to the playroom. If Jamie needed to fight more about it, he would be happy to oblige. Or they could just do the spanking.
“I hate this—I hate that they’re fucking bothering me.”
“I know. I’m pretty sure ten swats will help you with that. Put your focus elsewhere.” They went into the playroom, and he turned on the lights.
He loved this room. It was warm and cozy, the perfect place for a boy to let go and give in to his Daddies, and they’d had an exceptional weekend here, introducing Jamie to so much.
He pondered whether to put Jamie over the bench or over his knee, and his knee won out. It was more personal. He sat in the big easy chair in the corner. “All right, boy, take off your jeans and underwear and assume the position.”
“What would you do if I said no?” The question was offered without anger.
“I’d remind you that refusing your punishment will earn you more punishment.” And if spanking wasn’t doing it for Jamie anymore, he could totally find other methods. He was pretty sure, though, that Jamie was simply curious.
“Oh. That makes sense.” Jamie’s hands were shaking as he unfastened his fly.
Bran reached out and put his hand on top of Jamie’s, gave them a little squeeze. “Let me do it, boy.”
“Thank you,” Jamie whispered. “I’m a little overwhelmed, Daddy.”
“Yes, I can see that.” He brought Jamie’s hands to his lips and kissed them softly. “I’m here to help you.” He took over the job of undoing Jamie’s jeans, then tugged them down off his hips. “Step up, baby boy. Daddy will help. You’ll have your spanking and let go.”
Jamie hesitated, so he reached for his boy’s hand again and tugged him closer. Then patted his legs. Jamie could do this. Jamiewantedto do this.
Jamie nodded, eyes filling with tears. “I love you.”
Then Jamie draped himself over Bran’s lap.
“I love you, baby boy. So very much.” He rubbed Jamie’s ass, the bubble butt perfect and warm beneath his palm. “I’m going to spank you now. Ten swats. You should count them.”
“Ten. I understand.” Jamie grabbed his calf and squeezed.
“Good boy.” He gave Jamie a good, solid swat. He needed his boy to focus on his ass instead of the paparazzi.
“One. I’m still mad.”
“I know.” He swatted again, the other cheek this time. “Tell me about it.”
“Two. I walked away. I’ve earned my peace. I’ve done everything right.”
“You have. Can you do anything to make them stop?” He landed this swat in the middle of Jamie’s ass.
“No! Stings!” Jamie jerked, almost humping his leg.
“It’s supposed to sting, and if you don’t count, the ones you miss get added at the end.” He gave that warning and waited to give Jamie a chance to say three before he swatted again.
“Two. You’re no fair!” Jamie squeezed his leg, holding on tight.
If Jamie thought they were at two, then they would be at two, so he didn’t correct his boy. “No, I’m your Daddy.” Then he swatted again, a little harder this time, giving Jamie a chance to scream and shout and let all his anger out.
“Mean!” Jamie was beginning to relax, though. It didn’t take much.
“What swat was that?” he demanded.
