Page 40 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“I know. But that’s why I need to remind you.” Isaac got a glimmer in his eye that Henley wasn’t sure he could trust. He squinted at Isaac, trying to gauge what he was thinking as his stomach somersaulted. “Stand facing the wall, hands braced, legs apart.”
Henley walked over to the wall on shaky legs and assumed the position. His breathing increased, and he could feel rivulets of sweat running down the side of his face.
“Good boy.”
Isaac stood behind him. Henley could feel his presence. Isaac reached around to undo Henley’s trousers, letting them fall to his knees, where his position prevented them from dropping to the floor. Isaac pulled his briefs out of the way in the same manner, leaving his ass bare to Isaac’s roaming hands. He squeezed one cheek then the other before announcing, “Ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He bit his lip to contain the sob that wanted to break free. He hated that he’d disappointed Isaac. That hurt worse than the pain of the spanking would, he was sure.
Isaac’s hand left his skin and returned with a short, sharp smack on the fleshy part of his ass. Henley grimaced at the sting, holding his breath until the pain reduced. The second smack smarted his other cheek, and he clenched his ass and thrust forward, away from the pain. As he settled back into his original position, a third slap caught his lower buttock and upper thigh, quickly followed by a fourth on the opposite side. Henley blinked back tears and gritted his teeth as Isaac smoothed his hands across the sensitive skin.
When Isaac’s hand left his ass, Henley braced for more. Locking his knees as the next threatened to take him down, Henley’s tears cascaded down his face. He swallowed against the lump in his throat, knowing this spankingwasa punishment rather than pleasure. He had scared his Daddy, and his Daddy needed to remind him.
Henley rested his head against the wall, writhing in place with every stinging smack, but knowing it was for the best. A sob left him, although he tried to stifle it.
Isaac’s hands smoothed across his undoubtedly reddened skin, the sensitivity making it feel like pins were sticking in him. “Good boy. Such a good boy for your Daddy,” he whispered in Henley’s ear as he wrapped his arms around him from behind. Henley turned, wanting the full embrace, and he snuggled his face into Isaac’s neck and cried.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry,” he repeated.
Isaac stroked his hair and back until Henley calmed. Taking a large inhale and a cathartic exhale, Henley lifted his head. He felt rejuvenated, which he hadn’t expected.
“All is forgiven, sweetheart. Done and dusted. Well done, sweet boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
A sense of calm and pride flowed through him.
“Turn back to the wall for a minute. I want to put some lotion on you,” Isaac said.
Henley obeyed as he always would, and the cold cream made him jump before soothing his ass as it was rubbed into his sensitive skin.
“All done. Let’s get to work. We’re running a little behind schedule now.” Isaac reached down and pulled Henley’s briefs back over his ass and did the same with his trousers.
The material rubbed annoyingly against his ass, and he knew it would be a hundred times worse when he sat in the car. Henley grabbed the things he needed for the day, and they headed out. As he’d predicted, his ass felt like it was on fire as soon as he was seated, but he breathed through the pain, remembering the lesson he was being taught.
It was remembering the lesson that gave Henley the courage to ask Isaac for something he’d been thinking about for a while.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Would you…Will you…” He breathed deeply and started again, “I’d like you to meet Dad and Pops.”
“Sure. Whenever you want me to.”
No shock. No horror. No denying him. Just, “Sure.” A weight lifted off his shoulders that he never realised was there. He’d wanted to ask for a while but had thought it was too soon. Although Isaac had met all but one of his sisters now.
“Thank you. I’ll speak to them and ask.”
“Perfect. You can meet my family whenever you would like to. We have a Friday family dinner, which, as you know, is why early evenings on Fridays is always a tricky time for me. You are more than welcome to meet them as soon as you are ready.”
Henley thought about this. He wanted to know what his dads thought first. “Maybe after you’ve met mine?”
“Okay.”
Henley had an idea. “I think we should join our work nights out together.” Henley had been going out once with the execs and once with the customer service staff. It made sense, at least to him, that they should join forces. More people, more fun.
Isaac’s forehead creased, his brows knitting in the middle. “I’m not sure. We usually get together at the Christmas party or some other company celebration, but I don’t know if the departments will mix well.”
