Page 16 of Truck Me Daddy

‘Push those cheeks out,’ Trent grunts, firmly gripping my hips and adjusting my body shape.

I might be big, but it’s clear that Trent had no problem in handling me.

I can’t help but feel turned on by his every touch and its evident that Trent doesn’t feel even in the slightest bit intimidated by my size.

‘Now hold still,’ Trent says, his voice stern but with a hint of care too. ‘This is going to sting.’

I brace myself and wait for the first spank.

CRACK!

‘Owwwww!’ I cry, the feeling of Trent’s hand landing with force on my exposed cheek making me whimper.

CRACK!

‘OMG!’ I bleat, Trent landing a second spank on my other cheek with equally accurate force.

‘Quieten down, boy,’ Trent barks. ‘This room isn’t big enough for that kind of squealing. I could always take you outside and tan your ass in front of the whole crew if you’d prefer?’

‘No, Daddy!’ I say, losing myself in the moment. ‘Please, I’ll take the spanking inside and try and keep quiet.’

‘Thank me for each spank,’ Trent says, his voice full of control. ‘Say Thank you, Daddy.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I reply. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’

With that, Trent begins the spanking in earnest.

I follow Trent’s orders and thank him after each and every spank. Even when I can feel my cheeks beginning to burn with pain, I continue to stick to Trent’s instructions.

I know it’s only a first spanking, but perhaps that’s why I want to impress Trent so much.

As the spanking continues, I begin to relax a little.

It might sound like an odd thing to say, but I’m finding something comforting about the spanks as they land on my glowing butt. Giving myself so willingly to a naturally dominant Daddy like Trent is like nothing I have experienced before.

This is definitely not the kind of spanking I’ve taken in a club or a Daddies and Littles party.

This feels… real.

I’m clutching onto the desk now and beginning to wonder if the spanking is ever going to end. But just when I think I might be about to tap-out and use my safeword, Trent delivers one final double spank and immediately turns me around to face him.

‘Well done, baby boy,’ Trent says, softly kissing me on my forehead. ‘You’ve got one red booty, so how about you let Daddy apply some cooling gel to make it all better for you?’

‘Yes, Daddy, I’d like that,’ I say, my voice quiet and full of emotion.

Trent proceeds to take a slender tube of cooling gel out of his pocket and squeeze it all onto my cheeks as I turn and present my ass for him once more.

‘How does that feel?’ Trent says, gently massaging the cream over the red handprints on my butt cheeks.

‘Good. It feels… nice,’ I say, my mind clear and a sense of real wellbeing slowly coming over me. ‘I think I was really silly for talking about you like that. I’m sorry.’

‘What’s done is done,’ Trent says, working his fingers into the crevices of my ass to ensure that no part of my spanked behind goes untouched. ‘You took your punishment like a true Little, and I’m glad to say that I feel proud of you.’

Trent’s words fill me with pride too.

I might be bigger than most other Littles, but my needs are just the same – and I can tell that Trent understands that.

We might barely know one another, but I’m already getting the feeling that we have a great understanding about how we each feel.

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