Page 45 of Wrecked for the Holidays

“Jakob, you coming?”

“Ew, that sounds gross. Do I have to, Pa-Reed?” The distinct whine in Jakob’s voice was unmistakable.

“I’ll keep an eye on your boy.”

Beckett’s tone was flat, so I chalked up his words to a figure of speech. Besides Jakob’s almost slip just now, there was no way he would know anything about the nature of our relationship.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Wanna meet the goats?” Jakob asked shyly. Beckett nodded silently.

I watched Jakob introduce the goats, one by one, to him. It was hard to hide my laugh when a startled Jakob shoutedfuckat a wayward goat nibble.

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After our day on the island, we returned to our house covered in grass stains and dirt. Jakob’s plan to stay out of the goat pen because he was dressed nicer than usual had fallen to the wayside by the end of the afternoon. When we were back in our house on the mainland, I hustled him into the shower to thoroughly scrub him from head to toe. The scrubbing gave him the giggles, but I washed all the nooks and crannies. For my turn, I made quick work of it.

“C’mon, love, let’s get you dry.”

I tousled his hair before swiping the water from his body. When finished, I snagged his hand and pulled him out of the bathroom. I sat on the edge of thebed and left Jakob standing in front of me.

“Papa, I trouble?”

“Do you remember our rules about language, love?”

“No cussing.” Jakob sighed.

“Little boys don’t use naughty words. And you said fuck with Beckett. That’s a word for big people.” Jakob looked as chagrined as anyone could, what with acres of dewy skin and only a rubber ducky towel wrapped around him. “What happens to naughty boys?”

“They get spankings, Papa.”

“That’s exactly right.”

Jakob was never so beautiful as he was when he was in little space and depending on his Papa—a role he’d inexplicably chosen me for—to make things right. And I loved every minute of the job. “C’mere, love, lay across my lap.”

Jakob dropped his towel and stepped forward. I took his hand to guide him across my thighs. With his legs dangling on one side and his torso on the other, it left his semi-hard cock wedged between my bare thighs.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

I traced over the smoothpeach of his ass. My fingers ghosted over his puckered hole, which sent him squirming.

“Love, you have to be still. You gonna take your punishment like a good boy for Papa, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Papa, I want to be your good boy.”

“Oh, you are, love. You are my good boy. I’m so proud of how you take your punishment. You look so pretty with your ass on fire.” As I spoke, I continued to rub his ass to warm up his skin.

“Make me good again, Papa.”

“You already are.”

And then I landed my first blow against his skin. Jakob’s gasp came with a jerk of his body at the surprise contact. I rubbed the sting away until he squirmed and lifted his ass to meet my hand. His cock had gone from half-chubbed to hard as steel, trapped between my thighs. His curls fell across his eyes and I smoothed them back to see his face. His eyes met mine. They weren’t nearly debauched enough.

My open hand fell to his ass again and again and again. I alternated the sides and spots until the entire area was a lovely bright pink. The more blows he received, the more damp my thighs became with his precum. He beganto hump against my thighs.

“Papa, I can’t take it,” Jakob cried.

If he could talk, he wasn’t far enough gone.

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