Page 42 of Assassin Daddy

‘We’ll see,’ Matteo laughed.

Matteo proceeded to pick up his cell phone and walk out of the cinema room and down the corridor toward his kitchen.

After going about his morning coffee ritual, Matteo knew he had a moment to kill before the coffee machine worked its magic, so decided to check his messages for anything important. The plan was to meet with Steele in the afternoon and make the decisive first move in taking Alphonso Fendi out of the equation for good.

There was no denying it – this was a big day.

‘Okay, Steele, no surprises please,’ Matteo chuckled to himself as he picked up his phone and went to open his covert messaging app.

However as Matteo swiped the phone open, he was met with a sight that sent shivers done his spine…

‘You have to be fucking kidding me,’ Matteo growled, his eyes scanning over an online poker site. ‘That damned boywaslying to me.’

Matteo’s mood was suddenly blacker than his morning coffee.

Kyan hadn’t been watching movies since dawn, he’d evidently been playing poker online, and in doing so had potentially put himself back in the gravest of danger. Not only that, if hisgaming account was still being monitored then it meant that Matteo’s life was now in danger too as it was clear evidence that he had lied about killing him.

Stay calm. Think.

What are the plays? What’s my move?

Screw it. The boy needs to be seen to first of all…

Without further ado, Matteo stormed from the kitchen and right back into the cinema room. The look of pure guilt on Kyan’s face as he saw Matteo standing in the doorway glaring at him told its own story. If Matteo had even the slightest shred of doubt that Kyan had gone against his wishes and played poker online behind his back, then those doubts were well and truly vanquished.

‘Is there anything you wish to say?’ Matteo enquired, walking over toward Kyan as he fiddled with his fingers and thumbs, his guilt abundantly clear. ‘I must say, if this is your best poker face, then I’m not impressed.’

‘Daddy, I can explain,’ Kyan said, cracking under the pressure of Matteo’s most intense stare.

‘How about I explain instead,’ Matteo barked, moving close enough to Kyan to grab him by his arm and haul the boy to his feet. ‘You want to disobey your Daddy? Fine. You want to act all innocent and watch a movie? Sure. But first, I’ll put this remote control to better use.’

With that, Matteo yanked Kyan’s briefs down to his ankles and used the large, flat remote control to crack his left cheek and then his right cheek.

‘Owwww! It’s too early for a spanking!’ Kyan cried out, hopping from foot to foot.

‘It’s never too early for a naughty Little to have his bottom heated up,’ Matteo answered. ‘And I’m going to walk your butt around the entire ground floor with the remote control providing direction. We’ll keep going until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson.’

‘No, Daddy! Please, I’m sorry!’ Kyan said, squealing as Matteo landed another two cracks and began to walk him out of the cinema room and into the lobby, his cock bouncing in front of him to add to the painful humliation.

‘We’ve got four downstairs rooms, plus the corridor and lobby,’ Matteo said, landing another thwack to Kyan’s rapidly reddening cheeks. ‘And just so you know, if I’m not satisfied that you have taken your punishment on board, I’ll march you up and down the stairs too. All four floors if I need to.’

Kyan gasped and then took another double spank as he began what would be a very harsh lesson indeed. Matteo was angry that he had been lied to and deceived, but most of all he was furious that his darling boy had put his own life in such unnecessary danger – and Matteo was determined to ensure that Kyan learned his lesson in the clearest way possible.

CRACK!

CRACK!

‘Next up it’s the study,’ Matteo roared, nudging Kyan in the direction of the heavy mahogany door as he waddled along with his briefs around his ankles and his soft butt cheeks glowing red.

CRACK!

CRACK!

‘Keep moving,’ Matteo said. ‘I want you to walk a lap of the room. And think about whether you’re ever going to lie to me again.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kyan said, his head bowed as he followed his Daddy’s command to the letter.

Finally, Matteo brought the discipline to an end in the kitchen.

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