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Kaleb glanced at the mirror and then back at Jasha. “It’s just your imagination, Jasha. There’s nothing to be afraid of except a good old-fashioned spanking.”
Jasha took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Despite the eerie atmosphere, there was the spanking he had almost forgotten about.
“Spank me now,” Jasha demanded out of fear of being in the attic a moment longer.
“Don’t dictate to me. You’re here because you earned a spanking. I want you across my knee. I’m going to sit on that chair in the middle. That’s the spanking chair.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to use my hand. If I hurt you too much, just say red. That means you’re hurting too much.”
Jasha nodded, though he had no idea why he’d need to say red from a hand spanking, but he trusted that Daddy Kaleb knew what he was doing. He scanned the walls to see if any spanking paddles or implements were hanging, but none were. It was just a high stool with a padded back and seat without arms. It must have been made for giving spankings because he had never seen one quite like this.
Daddy Kaleb sat down on the stool. “Stand in front of me. Hands behind your back.”
Jasha dutifully followed the directions given to him, without questioning or hesitating.
“Breaking any of my rules is a serious offense. I will always give you a choice of two punishments. You’ll use the word red to stop if it is too painful. If that occurs, your punishment will default back to the alternative one. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy Kaleb.” Jasha couldn’t focus on him, as his mind was preoccupied with the unsettling thought of something in the attic about to burst out.
“You will be spanked on your bare ass. So, come closer and I’ll unzip your jeans and pull them down. Then you will lie across my lap. Do you understand my directions?”
“Yes, Daddy Kaleb.” Jasha moved closer to him and waited.
He unzipped Jasha’s jeans and shoved them to his ankles.
Jasha bent over Daddy Kaleb’s lap, his face burning with shame for breaking the rules. But the motion of bending over Daddy Kaleb’s lap also made his cock swell.
Damn it! Why am I so turned on? Now he knows I like it when he takes me over his knee.
“Hands to the floor,” Daddy Kaleb ordered.
Jasha pushed his hands down, so they were resting flat. A feeling of dread mixed with sexual excitement washed over him as he anticipated what was about to happen.
The first hard slap to his ass cheeks fell suddenly, with no verbal warning. Jasha flinched. Daddy Kaleb kept vigorously slapping Jasha’s ass. As each strike landed, the sting lasted longer, intensifying the pain in the earlier spots. This position made him feel like a naughty little boy. It was very sexual laying across Daddy Kaleb’s lap with his bare ass exposed. He had four more swats coming, and he hoped he didn’t cum all over him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy Kaleb. I won’t break your rules anymore.”
“Are my rules crazy?” With his frustration building, Daddy Kaleb delivered a loud smack to Jasha’s ass for the seventh time, the sound echoing through the room.
“No, Daddy Kaleb.”
“Why do you have rules?” As he landed the eighth blow, Jasha winced at the stinging sensation on his backside.
“For my protection, sir.”
“Who decides your punishment for breaking rules?” The ninth time Daddy Kaleb slammed his hand against his ass, Jasha winced at the sharp pain and the echo it created.
“You do, sir.”
“Remember who is in charge of you? It’s not you.” The tenth blow left a lasting sting and throbbing pain.
Daddy Kaleb gently lifted Jasha to his feet and carefully adjusted his jeans and underwear, ensuring they were properly zipped.
As he rose from his seat, he scooped Jasha up into his arms, stroking his hair. “Please don’t put yourself and others in danger again. I’ll find your father. Don’t worry. I’ll make him come back so you can see him.”
Tears streamed down Jasha’s face, a mix of pain from the spanking and hope from Daddy Kaleb’s promise to reunite him with his father.
