Page 12 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“What do we do after checking all the stock is here?”
“If the items do not have names on them, we put them in size order in individual boxes.” Henley smiled.
Isaac nodded. “Well done. Let’s get to it.”
They worked silently for a change, the tiredness bleeding through Henley into his work.
“God, I’m so tired. Can this be the end of the day already? I want it to be Saturday.” Henley sat in a chair and hunched over, resting his head on his crossed arms.
“Come on. A little tiredness never killed anyone. You should go to bed earlier.” Isaac continued sorting the final few boxes.
“I would’ve done that, but Becca needed me. We ended up talking for longer than planned. Everything takes so much effort,” he whined, rising to his feet. Staring at the box in front of him, he half-heartedly opened it and pulled items out, trudging over to each box he had to put them into before slogging back.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Isaac strode out of the room, leaving Henley to continue working.
He grumbled the whole time Isaac was gone.
“Why can’t it be Saturday already?” Henley leaned his arms on the box and dropped his head.
“Why can’t you stop whining. I warned you.”
Henley swung around, his gaze locking onto Isaac, who walked towards him, holding two cups of steaming liquid. He watched as Isaac placed them on a table away from the boxes, then stalked back to the door, putting something on the front and shutting and locking it.
“What—”
“Shush.” Isaac’s dark gaze rooted Henley to the spot as he wandered back towards him. “What did I say to you the other day?”
Henley remained silent because he honestly couldn’t remember anything at that moment.
“I said if you kept whining, you would earn yourself a spanking.” Isaac pointed to the floor in front of him. “Come here.”
The command in his voice made Henley want to crawl, but he didn’t think that was what Isaac wanted, so he sauntered over, trying to hide his reaction. There was no reason to because Isaac could see through him, he was sure.
“Trousers down and bend over the table.”
Henley glanced at the table in the centre of the room and back at Isaac, his mouth suddenly dry at the idea of being spanked.
“Now.”
Henley’s gaze flicked from the door to the table before he inhaled and moved his hands to his button. Staring at the table as he pulled them down, along with his boxers, he rested his elbows and linked his fingers, his necklace clanking to the surface. The table chilled his lower stomach, where it met the bare skin. Henley felt goosebumps rise along his ass cheeks as he waited.
“We’re going for ten. Red for stop, yellow for slow down. Agreed?”
“Yes.” Henley felt Isaac’s hand smooth over his skin before leaving. Not even a second later, it was back, the sharp slap sending waves of heat out from where Isaac’s palm had landed. He bit his lip, waiting for the next blow.
Isaac spanked his other cheek this time, and Henley whimpered. The gentle jangle of his bracelets and the scrape of his necklace across the surface of the table were loud in the quiet.
“No noises. Remember where we are.”
Where they were? He had no idea. Keep quiet? He wasn’t sure about that either.
Each smack radiated heat through his body, and the table scraped forward across the floor, the noise piercing.
A knock on the door sounded.
“Yes?” Isaac called.
“Do you have everything you need?” a voice replied.
