Page 18 of Daddy Enforcer
Right now, all I know is that Max is pulling me over his lap and I’m raising my hips ready for him to pull my jeans and briefs down…
“Please, not too hard!” I quiver, the cabin’s fire-warmed air still cool as it hits my naked, exposed ass cheeks as my soft cock is pressed up against Max’s strong legs.
“A spanking is a spanking,” Max growls. “It will be hard, controlled, and it absolutelywillhurt too. Now hold still and keep that bottom presented for me. The last thing you want is to move and catch one to the back of your legs.”
“Y-y-y-y-y-yes, sir,” I splutter, almost unable to believe what I just said or what I’m about to feel. “I’ll… be a good boy and keep still.”
“Excellent,” Max says, his voice measured but with just a hint of mischief in it. “You will take ten spanks, five on each cheek. Any sass and I’ll restart the count from scratch. Are we clear?”
“Yes, s-s-sir,” I answer, my cock hardening and tingling up against Max’s strong legs, my entire body reacting on an almost out of control level.
There is a pause before the first spank lands, and I wonder whether Max is sizing up my ass, wondering where to land the first shot.
“Owwwwww!” I holler, now certain that Max very much knows what he’s doing. “That stings! That stings!”
“Quiet, boy,” Max barks. “If you want to talk, you can simply thank me for each spank. You never know, it might help you with the pain.”
“Never!” I reply, kicking my legs until Max hooks his leg over my ankles and holds me still.
“We’ll start again,” Max chuckles. “Silly boy. Now…one!”
I yelp quietly as Max lands the first of the restarted count. Each spank that follows wobbles my cheeks and before we’re even half-way, I know that this is going to be tough for me to get through.
I hate myself for even thinking it, but maybe Max was right… maybe I need something to distract me and keep my mind focused on getting to the end.
“T-t-t-thank you,” I say, just as the sixth spank crashes onto my right cheek. “Thank you, sir. Please may I have another?”
“Of course you may,” Max answers, duly delivering an equally sharp swat to my left cheek.
I thank Max again, and once more ask him for another.
Before I know it, Max delivers the tenth and final spank. My cheeks are burning hot and my cock is throbbing harder than ever, I don’t know whether I can contain the overwhelming sense of arousal that is building up inside me.
The pain and the pleasure together are a crazy combination, but rather than have to worry about making a total show of myself in front of Max, I suddenly find myself being picked up and carried outside, my red butt fully on display should any curious woodland creatures be watching from the trees that surround us…
“This will help with that hot little tushy of yours,” Max says, his strong arms gently hovering me over a thick blanket of cold snow. “A few icy dips and you’ll feel much better.”
I giggle and gasp in delight as Max effortlessly dips me in and out of the snow, holding me in position as the perfectly white carpet cools me down and lets me breathe.
“Enough?” Max asks.
“I think so,” I reply, my voice quiet and content as Max puts me back over his shoulder and carries me back inside. “That was… something else.”
“Well, it had to be done,” Max says. “Hopefully now we have a better understanding of how this needs to work, Little One.”
“Yes, D…” I reply, not quite able to say what I so desperately want to say in this moment. “I think we’re starting to understand each other a whole lot better.”
And as Max carries me back inside the cabin and kicks the door shut behind us, I have a feeling that we’re only just beginning…
Chapter 8
Max
I’m standing in the cabin’s kitchen, the warmth of the fire chasing away the chill from outside, but my mind’s still on Billie.
He’s perched on the edge of the couch, his cheeks still flushed from the spanking and that impromptu snow-dip I gave him to cool down—and his sweet ass certainly did need colling down, that’s for absolute certain.
His jeans are back in place, but he’s got this soft, almost dreamy look in his eyes, like he’s still processing what just happened. That spanking—it was a risk, but the way he took it, thanking me through the pain, calling me “sir” with that quivering voice—it was like he was born for it.
