I didn’t say the words. I suppressed them to keep the mood playful. Ashton made quick work of his belt. He grabbed the waistband of his jeans to push down his hips.
“Leave them hanging from your thighs,” I told him.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Sorry. Okay, Daddy.”
“Don’t forget who’s your Daddy.”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “You are. I’ll never forget.”
He shoved his jeans roughly down his thighs. The jeans were indecently tight and clung to his legs. His purple shirt hung down over his bottom, giving me only the barest hint of white underwear.
“Bend over the desk,” I instructed him. Is that his heavy breathing or mine?
“Yes, Daddy.”
He was careful to shuffle the computer to the side so he could find enough space to sprawl his torso on the desk. His shirt rode up to his waist, and there he was before me, those round buns hidden from my sight in his tighty-whities.
“Slowly pull down your underwear.”
He reached back and yanked it down all at once. His ass was perfectly plump and smooth. My dick was hard, but I ignored it. I got to my feet and placed a hand firmly over his left cheek.
“Boy, am I going to enjoy making your ass red for your disobedience,” I murmured softly. His shallow breaths filled the room, and I hadn’t even done anything to him yet.
“Yes, Daddy, I’ve been bad,” he gasped. “Punish me.”
“I want you to count. Six smacks on each side.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Remember your safe word?”
“Pineapple.”
“Good, use it if I spank you too hard.”
I crouched behind him and planted a kiss on each cheek. “Such a pity you won’t be able to sit comfortably when I’m done with you.”
“Yes, please, Daddy. Make me hurt.”
I rose with a smack to his left ass cheek. My fingers immediately printed out in red on his white skin. He let out a moan.
I slapped him sharply on the other butt cheek, and he cried out. “You’re not counting.”
“Two!”
Smack!
“Three!”
With each slap I landed on his ass, he cried out. Halfway through, his ass cheeks were red as a tomato, and he squirmed from each contact with my throbbing hand. There was no mistaking who was breathing hard this time. We both were.
The sight of those blushing cheeks reddened by my hand made me so hard. I was a second away from unzipping and fucking him across my desk.
But this wasn’t about me and what I wanted.
The next two slaps rang out in the office, one right behind the other.
“Seven, eight!”
His body was tense, and he clutched the other side of the desk tightly. I grasped him by the hair and pulled his head up so I could see his face. He looked beautiful with tears wetting his cheeks, his bottom lip red and swollen where he bit into it with those pearly white teeth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told him, and he blushed a rosy pink.
It was seeing him at times like this that made me not give up on him. He still had such innocence and vulnerability in him. If he could just see the potential that I did.
“It’s a pity my inside doesn’t match what’s on the outside, right?”
I frowned at him, the spanking temporarily forgotten. “What do you mean?”
“I’m horrible on the inside. That’s what you were thinking.”
“No, I mean you’re beautiful inside and out.” I released his hair and stroked his face. “Perfection. That’s you, baby boy.”
He gave a huff of laughter, but it was mocking. Dismissive. “I’m so screwed up. You can’t honestly believe that.”
I smiled at him. “Spoiled perfection. That’s what you are.”
He wrinkled his nose at me. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Doesn’t it? Being perfect doesn’t mean flawless.”
“Ugh, you’re confusing me, and I don’t want to think too much right now.” He curved his spine and pushed his ass out more at me. “I believe you owe me four more slaps. Daddy should deliver on his promise to his boy, you know.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Consider it doubled.”
He smirked at me. “Whatever for?”
The last word ended on a gasp when I slapped his left cheek. He clenched and released, his face scrunched up from the pain, but his eyes were heavy with the endorphins rushing through his veins. He didn’t look away from me as I smacked him.
I made the last slap hurt more than the others. My hand stung from the impact against his ass, and he yelped, his body jerking.
“Shh,” I murmured. He lay limp on my desk, his body shuddering from his