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“What are you being punished for?” Daddy Benson asked the reason for punishment before administering discipline. He told Kyle it had to do with another element of giving his consent in words.
“I didn’t listen to your order to stay skating on the rink while you went outside.” Kyle would never admit his trust level wasn’t where it should be. He promised himself he’d change that or try to. He would follow Daddy Benson’s orders from here on in. He’d almost lost the best thing in his life.
“Do you consent to ten swats with the paddle?” Daddy Benson asked.
“Yes, Daddy Benson.”
“If you can’t take it at any point, say red. Do you understand?” he repeated as if Kyle didn’t hear him the first time.
“Yes, Daddy Benson.” Kyle wanted Daddy Benson to start the spanking as he was tired of waiting.
Daddy Benson’s tone indicated he would make sure Kyle didn’t take any pleasure in it. Spanking as punishment wasn’t a playful foreplay spanking. Though Daddy Benson said he never used spanking as foreplay, he probably wanted Kyle to understand this was for discipline.
Kyle yelped as Daddy Benson’s paddle made a sharp, stinging impact on his cheeks. The pain shot through him as the stinging made him bite his lip. He wasn’t expecting the first one to be so intense. He continued the hard swats without stopping for a moment between each one.
Kyle swore each blow ripping into him caused his cock to grow more and his balls were begging to come. He couldn’t remember the number of times Daddy Benson’s paddle had stung his backside. During the non-stop smacking, a heated sting seeped into Kyle’s muscles. Tears flooded his eyes; he wiped them away with the back of his hand. His ass hurt so much, allowing him to forget what he was doing in here.
“You took your punishment well.”
“Damn that really hurt.”
“Pull up your jeans.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy Benson.” Kyle, in a rush, yanked up his jeans and secured the zipper.
“You deserve every bit of this pain, and you know it,” Daddy Benson said.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Eighteen
Benson
Arizona
Benson sat on the edge of the mattress in the back of the van, the air still thick with everything he’d said and done. His voice had been sharp, louder than he meant it to be, but damn it—Kyle had scared the hell out of him. Told him to stay on the rink, just skate while he made that swap. Simple. But Kyle didn’tlisten. Instead, he’d ended up sharing a drink with a stranger. Some guy Benson didn’t know, didn’t trust. And that was the part that twisted in his gut. He had to draw the line with Kyle from the very beginning so he knew what was okay and not.
He glanced over at Kyle, curled up against the wall, arms tucked tight around his knees like he was bracing for another round. Benson hated that look. That small, guarded thing Kyle did when he thought he’d messed up too bad to be forgiven. He pulled a bottle of water from the mini-refrigerator and handed it to Kyle who was still wiping his tears.
Benson exhaled, slow and heavy, then shifted closer. The mattress dipped under his weight. “Hey,” he said, voice low now, softer. “I didn’t paddle you because I don’t care. I had to because I do.”
Kyle didn’t look up right away, just blinked at the blanket like it might offer some kind of answer. Benson reached out, brushed his fingers along Kyle’s arm, then let his hand settle there. Warm. Steady.
“I was scared something bad had happened to you,” Benson admitted. “You didn’t listen, and I didn’t know where you were at first, and then I see you with some guy I’ve never seen before, drinking God knows what, and I just—” He paused, rubbed the back of Kyle’s neck. “I lost it.”
Kyle finally looked at him, eyes rimmed red but open. “I didn’t mean to mess up. I don’t want you to think less of me.”
“I don’t,” Benson said, and leaned in, pressing a kiss to Kyle’s temple. “I’ll never leave you, even if you fucked up big time.”
Kyle nodded, slow. “I just felt…you were going to leave me there. Like you were pulling away.”
Benson’s chest tightened. He slid his hand up to Kyle’s cheek, thumb brushing gently under his eye. “I’m not pullingaway. Not ever. You could screw up a hundred times, and I’d still be here. Still love you.”
“Why were you so quiet then?”
“I was angry, and I needed to calm down before I said things I’d regret later. As your daddy, I can’t discipline you in anger. Ever. That’s wrong. I did what I had to do. But don’t take my silence as me moving away from you. I just needed some quiet space.”
Kyle’s breath hitched, and Benson leaned in again, this time kissing him full on the mouth. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just quiet and sure. He let his hand drift down Kyle’s side, grounding him, reminding him he was real and wanted.
