Page 45 of Disciplinary Action
As soon as he was naked and on the bed his tension melted away. Even with his belly full and his ass plugged, there was something freeing about not having to think of anything but that. Cal pushed his hands through his hair, examining himself in the mirror behind the bed. His bottom lip had swelled a bit more, and Cal couldn’t keep himself from tonguing at the cut there in the center. The scrape near his eye was less prominent now that the redness had passed. He ran his hands along his chest, teasing at his own nipples and down his torso. He was already hard just thinking of Gideon’s hands on him for the fourth time in just one day.
When the handle turned on the front door, Cal’s pulse raced. He put his hands behind his back, staying on his knees as instructed. Gideon entered, removing his shoes and dropping his bag by the door before removing his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. He walked to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and giving Alexa head scratches. He didn’t acknowledge Cal at all, just disappeared into the bathroom.
Cal chewed on the inside of his cheek as the minutes ticked by. Was Gideon mad at him? Had he done something wrong? Had he done this wrong? Fifteen minutes passed before Gideon returned, his collar open, sleeves rolled up, as he crossed the room barefoot, dark framed glasses perched on his nose.He must have taken out his contacts,Cal thought. His cock twitched as Gideon crossed the loft to where Cal still kneeled. Gideon looked so sexy in his glasses. He looked sexy in everything. Cal couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
Gideon had something in his hand… The pink collar. Gideon sat on the edge of the mattress. “Come here, little bird.”
Cal crawled to the edge and sat back on his heels. “Yes, Daddy.”
Gideon placed the collar on, jostling Cal as he fastened it, before gently tugging until Cal was laid out over Gideon’s knees. Cal braced himself for the first blow but nothing happened. Gideon trailed a finger over Cal’s spine, following it all the way down to the plug still in place.
“Do you know why you’re to be punished daily?” Gideon asked, voice cool and in direct conflict with the way his fingers danced over Cal’s bare skin.
“‘Cause I’m bad, Daddy?” Cal asked.
“No,” Gideon said, voice stern. “You’re being punished as a reminder that I’m the head of this household.”
Smack.
Cal sucked in a startled breath, the air escaping his lungs in a whoosh, the sting of Gideon’s slap disappearing almost as quickly as it came.
Smack.“That you belong to me and only me.”
Cal’s body flushed from his toes to the tips of his ears, both his ass cheeks burning now. Why was that so hot? Was he bright red? Were Gideon’s handprints visible? Could he feel how rock hard Cal was?
Smack.“That I make the rules.”
Cal moaned long and low as the blow drove the toy deeper into him. His toes curled, and he wiggled, equal parts horny and uncomfortable.
“Hold still,” Gideon growled.
Cal was so horny he was sure if Gideon said one more thing he would come right there, messing up Gideon’s fancy work pants.
Smack.“That I decide the consequences.”
The blow had bite. “Ow,” Cal whimpered.
His skin was on fire now, endorphins flooding his system. Cal felt himself slipping, slipping into that perfect quiet place between pain and pleasure, heaven and hell.
Smack.Cal’s back arched, hissing as his skin flamed. “I decide what you can take.”
Smack.“I decide what you can handle.”
Smack.“I decide what you need.”
Smack.“I decide what you deserve.”
A sob escaped Cal, tears welling in his eyes before falling to the floor at Gideon’s feet. He didn’t know why he was crying. The pain was more than tolerable. Gideon had spanked him harder before, but despite all that, the tears wouldn’t stop falling.
Smack.“Who do you belong to?” Gideon asked, his stern inflection unwavering.
Cal sniffled. “You, Daddy.”
Smack.“That’s right. Just me. Only me.”
“Yes, Daddy. Just you. Only you. Only ever you,” Cal babbled, the words falling from him lips like a vow.
“So good for me. My very good boy. My little bird. Your bottom is so pretty this color,” Gideon remarked, rubbing Cal’s abused bottom. Cal just lay there, pulling in deep breaths, every nerve ending on high alert. Was it over? Would Gideon fuck him again? Four times in one day? Could Cal even handle anymore cum inside him?
