Page 173 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"He isn't dangerous. He's beautiful and wonderful. If it weren't for the stupid rabbit that spooked him, he wouldn't have thrown me off. He likes me."

Their father folded his arms and huffed.

Maddy stomped her foot, making the horse beside Ben jump and he stroked the stallion's neck in a soothing gesture. Don't give me away, buddy.

"He does like me."

"Hercules doesn't like anybody, he's grumpy and moody, and his character isn't the point here." Jacob's hands went to his belt and he unbuckled the clasp. "If you hadn't taken him for a ride, this wouldn't have happened. I have worn out my hand on your bottom and you keep acting up."

Ben's eyes widened as he caught on to his father's intention.

Jacob pulled the belt from the loops. "You deliberately disobeyed me, not only endangering yourself but also other people on the road. Moreover, that beautiful and wonderful horse you seem to like so much could have been hit by a car or broken a leg as he ran back home in a panic."

Madeline's head snapped up and her face fell. "I hadn't thought of that."

She appeared contrite, and their father softened slightly. "I know you didn't, babygirl. You tend to act before you think and someday it's going to get you in a heap of trouble if you don't learn to curb your impulses." He doubled over the belt in his right hand and slapped the end on his palm. The sound made Hercules jump again, almost landing on Ben's foot. Damn, in hindsight hiding in Hercules' stable wasn't such a smart move.

Ben's mind snapped back to the present. He didn't know how long he zoned out but Logan was giving him an odd look and Amber was—again—rubbing against him.

"Benjamin," she purred, "I just wanna…"

"Ben," he barked, hating his full name. Only his mother ever used it, to everybody else he was Ben.

"Geez, lighten up. Ben-ja-min."

Lightning fast, Ben curled his left hand around her upper arm, opened a drawer with his left one, and retrieved a wooden spoon. Without bothering to close the drawer, he roughly turned her and forced her hands on the counter.

When she tried to straighten herself, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her in place. "Don't move."

Amber froze and when he tapped the insides of her ankles with his foot she widened her stance.

Remembering his father's lectures and how they enhanced the punishments he doled out, Ben told Amber, "You have been deliberately riling me up for weeks now. You will be punished for walking around barely dressed, for touching me without permission, and for calling me Benjamin when you know I don’t like it. For each infraction, you'll be getting five swats and if you cover your butt, get out of position or whine, I'll be adding three extra. Don't move." He removed his hand from her back and waited for her to disobey. To his astonishment, she sighed and rested her cheek on the counter.

Recollecting something else his father did, Ben whacked the wood against his hand to measure the impact. Something in the sweet compliance of the woman before him, stirred his body in a way he didn't want to admit. He placed the first tentative swat on her right cheek. She quivered but didn't move. All right. He landed a backhand to her left buttock. If she made any movement, it was a slight tilt from her bottom towards the implement. In quick succession, he placed the other three swats on her rounded bottom.

A chair creaked behind him, and Logan sidled up next to him.

“Now would you look at that?” Logan's voice seeped curiosity and wonder. "Fuck, even through her panties I can see she's dripping wet."

Ben followed his gaze and his eyes zoomed in on the dark wet patch on the fabric between her legs. His cock, which had been semi-erect when he gave her the first five swats, now rose to full mast.

Logan ran his hand over the globes of Amber's pert ass. "Nicely hot." He peeled down the briefs and revealed two quivering white globes with beautiful red marks. Ben's cock jumped against his belly, straining to get out. Fuck that is hot!

"Give her more."

Ben obliged, laying more force behind the swats, and Amber moaned and wiggled but not to get away from the blows. If anything, she seemed to enjoy what he was doing to her. Without hesitation, he landed the remaining ten swats on her ass. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks glowed a fierce red and her arousal was dripping from her pouting lips to the inside of her thighs.

"Fuck me." Logan groaned, went down onto one knee, and ran his tongue over the creamy flesh, catching every drop of liquid. Amber shuddered and moaned but didn't move an inch.

Breakfast forgotten, Ben turned and went to his bedroom. His roommate would go at it in the kitchen any moment now and he had an appointment with his right hand.

Chapter 2

The Proposition

Ben struggled to catch his breath and get his pounding heart under control, his stomach wet and sticky with his spilled seed. A chemical burning stench permeated the air and disrupted the blissful, post-orgasmic haze he was experiencing. For a second, his mind struggled to remember what happened. Fuck, the frying pan. I left it on the burning stove. Masculine shouts, a girlish squeal, and then giggles came from the kitchenette before the water tap started running.

His mind cleared, and the events from breakfast came rushing in. Amber... Spanking Amber... Logan! Oh hell, I just jerked off to the memory of spanking my roommate's girlfriend. Am I a pervert? What happened to me? How did I become so aroused by turning her bottom red? Fuck. I loved putting those pretty red welts on her ass. His spent dick stirred against his groin.

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