Page 57 of Drag You Down
“What you want is discipline,” I say, yanking Levi closer.
“I don’t—” he begins, struggling against me. “I don’t want your discipline. Only Father Zachariah can discipline me. He knows what I need to… to save my soul.”
I remember my conversation with Dom, where he said I wasn’t a caretaking Daddy. He’s wrong though.
I’ll show Levi that it’s safe to act out and be scared. When he needs it, I’ll give him the punishment he craves.
And there is no fucking way I’m going to let Zachariah take that role from me.
“Oh, little lamb,” I murmur. I pull Levi over my lap, pressing firmly against his back to keep him in place. “You crave pain. I’ll give you pain.”
Levi fights me, but it’s weak at best. “I don’t want pain.”
No, he wants blood.
I imagine taking my knife to him, literally cutting my mark into his skin, and my cock threatens to harden.
It isn’t safe to do any of that while he’s struggling like this though. Someday, he’ll trust me enough that I can give him everything he desires.
I stroke his bare ass. “Daddy’s going to spank you, little lamb. You don’t need to worry about anything but the pain I give you.”
“I don’t want it,” he whispers, but I can feel the wayhiscock has started to respond to the thought, firming against my leg.
“You can lie to yourself, little lamb, but you can’t lie to me.” I press my finger between his ass cheeks, against the sore rim of his hole.
Levi gasps and instinctively raises his ass for me. When he realizes what he’s done, he shakes his head and says, “Stop!”
It’s such a weak protest that I smile. “Is there a number you like, little lamb? Or should I keep going until you cry?”
“Don’t,” he begs so prettily. “I don’t need discipline. I needpenance.”
I feel another flash of anger toward Zachariah, and I know I’m going to kill him before the month is out.
It’s so clear in my mind that it settles the anger.
I smile down at Levi. “I won’t get mad when you cry. I accept every part of you, lamb.”
Then I bring my hand down against his bare ass, harder than I would normally for a first-time partner.
I’m not worried about going too far.
I’m more worried about not giving him enough.
His every cry for penance is a cry for pain, a cry for something I can give him more lovingly than anything Zachariah can offer.
The sound he makes is choked, but he lifts his ass in the air, silently pleading for more.
I spank him again, and his pale skin blooms in red.
Levi sobs and shifts forward, his cock rubbing against my thigh. He still struggles, but another spank has his body settle deeper.
“I hate you,” Levi whispers.
The words stab through me, but I know he doesn’t mean them. Spankings are when boys are allowed to act out.
I hit his ass again, and again, and with each blow Levi’s body stills, then strains into my palm more.
His cock grows harder too, and I don’t say anything as he subtly frots against my thigh in between each strike.
