Page 18 of Daddy Defender
I take Bodie and spin him around before moving one arm at a time and fixing him in position. The boy is going to make me work for this. But I hope he knows that this is a going to be a real spanking from real Daddy…
“I’m going to count down from ten,” I say, reaching around and unbuttoning Bodie’s jeans and sliding them down over his slender thighs toward his ankles. “You may thank me if you wish, or you may stay silent. But I won’t hear a damn word of sass out of you. Got it?”
“Whatever,” Bodie replies, gasping as he feels me hook my fingers inside his briefs and slide them down to his ankles alongside his jeans. “If your spanking is as bad as your driving, I’m probably not even going to feel it!”
Damn, this boy doesn’t have any quit in him, that’s for sure.
“Enough, let’s put your theory to the test,” I bark, drawing my hand back and before I bring it down on Bodie’s milky-white left butt cheek, his tan line emphasizing the difference between his butt and sun-kissed legs.
“Mmmph,” Bodie gasps, doing his best to not give me any sign that he felt it. “Is that your best? Ha!”
I don’t need another invitation to prove myself.
This round, perky surfer’s butt is going to get a toasting like it’s never experienced before. And when I’m done, I’m going to be left with a quiet, remorseful boy.
“Nine! Eight! Seven!” I bellow, landing my swats with unerring accuracy as Bodie’s muted gasps turn into cries of pain.
The way his ass is reddening, I wonder if Bodie is close to using his safeword. But until I hear it, I won’t stop until I’m done.
“Six! Five! Four!” I say, my cock unapologetically rock-hard inside my pants as my true Daddy Dom side comes to the fore and I deliver the kind of spanking that only a genuine Daddy can.
Bodie might not know how to show proper respect or trust in authority, but there’s no denying that he’s hot as hell. And maybe that’s part of his problem—he clearly attracts the wrong kind of guy, the type of man who wants lawless fun rather than the kind of innocent play and frolics that a Little like him needs.
But now isn’t the time for me to be thinking.
It’s time to wrap this spanking up good and proper…
“Owwww!” Bodie calls out, the first sign of weakness as he hops from foot to foot, clearly feeling the sting surge over him.
I can see his cock bouncing from side to side as he hops and jumps in pain, and if I didnt know better I’d say it was semi-hard too. But I can’t allow myself to get distracted by his meat—I’ve got a spanking to finish.
I finish off with the final spanks and take a moment to admire my handiwork. The boy knows he can’t take me lightly now, that’s for certain.
“Now let’s get inside the van and I’ll cool that bottom for you,” I say. “I trust a good Little like you has plenty of cooling creams and gels.”
“Mmm-hmmm, for surfing.” Bodie says, gingerly climbing up into the van, his jeans and briefs still around his ankles, his manhood bobbing up and down as I catch a glimpse. “They’re in my mini fridge.”
“Got it,” I reply, nodding over toward the mattress. “Go and lie down. Daddy will make your hot little butt feel better. And hopefully you’ll feel better too, now that we’ve established those ground rules.”
Bodie simply nods and heads toward the mattress and flops down onto it.
The boy needed that spanking—and I suspect he’s needed one for quite some time too.
Despite his sassy, bold nature, I think that this is one boy who’s been craving a Daddy in his life for a long, long time. I’m not saying that’s me. But if this spanking can go some way to letting him see things more clearly, then I’m doubly glad that I could be the one to do it.
Bodie’s quieter now, sitting back on the mattress, his cheeks flushed, eyes downcast. Poot’s in his lap, his fingers tracing his worn tusks, and the cassette player’s off, thank God.
The air’s heavy, charged, but there’s a shift—he’s not fighting me anymore, at least not right now. My Daddy side feels it, that pullto protect him, to set rules and keep him safe, but I know better than to think one lesson’s fixed his stubborn streak.
Still, he’s listening, and that’s a start…
I crouch by the open van door, keeping my voice steady, soft but firm.
“Bodie, look at me,” I say. He hesitates, then meets my eyes, his blue gaze wary but not defiant. “You’re in deep trouble. Those bullets weren’t a game. Someone wants you dead, and they’re not gonna stop just because we got away. I’m not letting that happen. I’m gonna look after you until this threat’s neutralized. You don’t have to like it, but you’re gonna follow my rules. Understand?”
I make sure to keep my eyes on the boy, scanning for any signs that he might be holding information back or even plotting to do anything crazy.
Bodie nods, just a small dip of his chin, his fingers tightening on Poot.
