Page 21 of Shotgun Daddy
“Enough,” Faustino bellowed, taking Reece by the hand and walking him over to the bed. “You’re going over my lap, boy. By the time I’m done with you, this bottom will be visible from Mars.”
Reece gasped as Faustino pulled him over his lap and practically ripped his trousers and briefs down to his ankles.
But worse was to come as Faustino reached over to the shelf behind Reece’s bed and took one of the two table tennis paddles in his hand.
“No, Daddy! I’m sorry!” Reece hollered, knowing that what was coming his way was going to be way more severe than a hand spanking. “I’ll apologize to Mr. Adler! I promise!”
“Yes, you will, young man,” Faustino said. “But not before I paddle your naughty milky-white butt.”
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
“Oweeeeee!” Reece cried out, wriggling on Faustino’s lap as his butt cheeks suddenly felt hotter than the sun.
“Six more, and then we’re done,” Faustino growled, holding the paddle high above his head before recommencing the action.
Reece yelped and hollered as the final six spanks were delivered at a slower and more deliberate pace. It was like Faustino was giving him the time to think about what he’d done and truly let the lesson sink in.
And even though he was in a bundle of pain from the paddle’s deadly swats, Reece couldn’t help but notice that with each swat, his crotch was bumping and grinding against the strong, muscular body of Faustino’s legs – and this was having its own undoubted effect on his cock too.
“Thank you, Daddy!” Reece called out as the final spank landed on his wobbling butt cheek as he rubbed up against his Daddy’s leg, his entire body electrified and his dick thumpingly hard.
“Hmmm. I trust you have learned your lesson,” Faustino said. “Now let’s see about getting this butt cooled off. And seeing asyou took your paddling so well, I think a little movie might be in order.”
“That’s… great,” Reece said, his breathing heavy and his butt throbbing. “I really did mean it. I am sorry. I guess I wasn’t prepared for Mr. Adler. You know, after what happened with Timo. But that’s not an excuse. I’ll apologize to him and ask if he’ll take me back.”
Reece turned his head and looked up at Faustino. His Fendi Daddy was smiling back at him, his eyes full of kindness.
And unless Reece was very much mistaken, judging by the huge iron snake in Faustino’s trousers, he wasn’t the only one who had found the paddling stimulating in more ways than one…
The next day, Reece stepped back into Mr. Albert Adler’s studio with a flutter of nerves in his stomach. But this time… something felt different.
The sting of yesterday’s spanking still lingered, a firm reminder from Faustino that he couldn’t just run from challenges, no matter how tough they got. Reece’s bottom might’ve been tender, but his newfound resolve was stronger.
Adler looked up from his clipboard as Reece entered, his sharp eyes narrowing like he expected another outburst.
“Back, are we?” Adler enquired, his tone as dry as ever. “Let’s see if you’ve got more spine today…”
Reece took a deep breath, clutching the new script Adler handed him.
Don’t bite.
Don’t give him a reason to kick you out.
Just show Adler what you’ve got. Give him the best Reece there is…
“Yes, sir,” Reece said, his voice steady.
This time, when Adler barked at him to dig deeper, Reece didn’t snap back. Instead, Reece channeled the frustration, and the heat from Faustino’s paddling, and let it pour into his performance. Reece’s voice rose, trembled, and emoted at just the right moments, and when he finished, the room was silent.
