Page 13 of Shotgun Daddy
Faustino excused himself to use the bathroom down the hall, leaving Reece alone with his thoughts. But that wasn’t all…
“Is that… Faustino’s… phone,” Reece whispered an intensely curious energy coming over him.
It was indeed Faustino’s cell phone, and it was sitting innocently on Reece’s little desk next to his stack of coloring books. The phone gleamed under the fairy lights, practically winking at him. Reece chewed his lip, his curiosity bubbling up like italways did before he prepared a scene in acting class or ahead of an audition. It was this very same nosey streak that made him such a good actor. Reece loved peeling back layers, figuring out what made people tick, diving into their stories like they were scripts he could memorize. But this wasn’t a character, this was Faustino, a Daddy with a reputation that was pitched somewhere between scary and downright psychotic.
Just a quick look…
What harm could it do?
It’s not like he’ll ever find out either…
Reece slid off the bed, his bare feet silent on the rug, and pitter-pattered over toward the phone and snatched it up in his hands. The screen was locked of course, but Reece swiped it anyway, hoping for a glimpse of something, anything, even Faustino’s wallpaper, or a stray notification, something to hint at who Faustino really was beneath the dangerous exterior.
Reece’s heart thudded, a mix of excitement and guilt swirling in his chest. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to find. Proof he was more than the wild mobster rumors painted him as? Or maybe just a peek into the man who’d made him feel so safe earlier that day?
The truth was that Reece knew he was doing wrong, but just couldn’t stop himself. Unfortunately for Reece, the decision on whether or not to keep looking was very quickly taken out of his hands…
“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” came the voice from behind him.
Reece yelped, nearly fumbling the phone as Faustino’s voice cut through him like a knife through butter. He whirled around, cheeks flushed red, and saw Faustino leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched.
Faustino’s dark eyes pinned him in place, a flicker of amusement in them maybe, but there was an unmistakable firmness there too, like a Daddy who’d just caught his Little with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I… I wasn’t… it’s not…” Reece stammered, hiding the phone behind his back as if that would magically erase what he’d done.
“Hand it over,” Faustino said, his tone steady but leaving zero room for argument. He stepped into the room, closing the gap between them slowly but very surely. “Rightnow.”
Reece’s stomach flipped. He was caught, and the Daddy energy radiating off Faustino was making his knees wobbly and his special place tingle. They’d talked about safewords earlier at Bubble Palace, and Reece gave his as pineapple.
But safeword or not, Reece trusted Faustino, even in this moment. Swallowing hard, he held out the phone and dipped his head as he mumbled.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Reece whispered. “I…”
Faustino took the phone and put it back on the desk without breaking eye contact.
“You know better than to snoop, don’t you?” Faustino growled.
Reece nodded.
“Yes, Daddy. I just… I gotcurious,” Reece said, barely able to keep his composure.
“Curiosity’s one thing,” Faustino said, his voice dropping a notch deeper. “But there’s a line, boy. And you just stepped over it. Way over it, in fact.”
Reece watched as Faustino walked over toward his desk and stood there, his body looking strong and his eyes full of stern focus.
“Over here, now,” Faustino barked. “You’re going to bend over this desk and show me your naked bottom. Right now. I want you to pull your jeans down, and then your briefs. And when you present that butt to me, know that I’ll be eyeing it up, readying myself to turn it red.”
“Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” Reece stammered, his entire body and mind reacting to what was being said – and to what he knew was coming next.
As Reece walked over to the desk and duly pulled his jeans and briefs down, he felt his cheeks turn crimson at the thought of Faustino seeing his cock and balls dangling free, and his round butt cheeks too. It felt humiliating, degrading, but also very, very hot too.
“Now bend over,” Faustino growled, dragging Reece out of his fantasies. “You’re going to get ten spanks on each cheek. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece replied, his legs trembling at the thought of Faustino’s hand crashing down on his exposed bottom.
THWACK!
THWACK!
