Page 14 of Shotgun Daddy
“Owwww!” Reece hollered, biting his lip to stop himself from squealing louder still as two more spanks were delivered. “It stings. It stings.”
THWACK!
THWACK!
“Good. That’s the whole point, boy,” Faustino said, placing his hand on Reece’s lower back to firmly keep him in position as he delivered another double spank and followed it up with another left and right cheek combination right away. “And you’re doing well. Now let’s get this wrapped up, shall we?”
Reece nodded and duly took the remainder of the spanks with as much grace as he could. His cheeks were on fire, but he was determined not to inform every single one of his housemates that he was in the process of getting spanked. Whether he was a success in that mission or not, Reece didn’t know. But when Faustino delivered the final spanks and immediately brought him in close, Reece was relieved.
“I deserved that,” Reece said, his voice low as Faustino held him close.
“But there’s one more thing,” Faustino said. “You’re going to stand in the corner with your red bottom on display and your hands on your head for ten minutes. I want you to really think about why you shouldn’t snoop in people’s business like that. A spanking is one thing, but thinking about it afterward is what really hits home. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece said, quiet and subdued.
Reece knew that Faustino was right. Corner time wasn’t fun, even if Reece did suspect that Faustino would enjoy the view of his blazing butt cheeks.
After the ten minutes was up, Faustino applied some cooling cream to Reece’s butt and pulled him into his arms, settling them both on the bed. Reece curled up against him, his head resting on Faustino’s chest, Squirt in his arms too.
“I’m sleepy,” Reece said, his butt tingling from the cream and his eyes feeling droopy.
“That’s okay,” Faustino said, holding him and making him feel safer than he had in a very long time. “You just close those eyes and let yourself drift off to sleep. Daddy’s got you covered…”
Reece felt his eyes open, the room dim with the soft glow of late afternoon seeping through the curtains.
“What time is it?” Reece muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Wait… where’s…”
The bed felt empty, and a cold pang hit Reece’s chest. Faustino was gone. Reece sat up, clutching Squirt tight to his body, his mind spinning.
Had Faustino used him?
Had he spanked Reece for his own fun and then cut and run?
Reece felt a wave of doubt crashing over him. He’d let himself trust Faustino, allowed himself feel safe, and now this…
“Jeez,” Reece said, his spirits suddenly low.
But Reece needn’t have worried…
The door creaked open, and Faustino stepped back in, two tall cups of juice in his hands.
“Don’t look so surprised, boy,” Faustino said, smiling as he handed Reece a mango-strawberry blend that admittedly looked incredible. “I figured you’d want something sweet after that nap…”
Reece took the cup, his fingers brushing his, a shy smile creeping onto his face.
“I thought… maybe you’d gone,” Reece admitted, blushing.
“Nope, not me,” Faustino replied, settling on the edge of the bed. “I’m not leaving unless you kick me out. You’re stuck with me. And it’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to go right now either, so…”
Reece giggled. Faustino was funny as well as dangerously attractive.
As Reece sipped his juice, he realized that maybe Faustino wasn’t the mean, moody gangster he’d assumed. There was a gentleness to him, buried under all the rough edges, and it made his heart do a triple-flip. Faustino had gone out of his way to get him a drink… justbecause. That wasn’t a Daddy who didn’t care. That was something else altogether.
Faustino set his cup down, his expression shifting to something more serious.
“It’s time to talk, baby boy,” Faustino said.
Reece nodded, his stomach tightening like he was about to head into an audition. He knew what this was about. Timo Taylor.
