Page 249 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Hilton slides his hand under my jeans. "Take off your pants."

Hilton

Oh yeah, this is the stuff. I can feel Daniel's social anxiety leaving him like rain off a gutter.

Or an exorcism. My palm is a crucifix and it's beating the demons out of his jiggly round butt.

"I said take your pants off, boy."

Daniel scrunches his face together. "I don't wanna."

"Are you a good boy or bad boy, Daniel?" I rub his bum. "I won't ask you again."

He sinks his nose into my thigh. "Good."

"Then take your pants off. Good boys get spanked on their bare bums so their social anxiety flees their body. If you don't, you'll still be anxious when you talk to my clients."

"I can't." Daniel squirms on my lap, his beautiful body trembling. "I have… reasons."

I ram my right hand between his legs and stroke his hard cock. "Is it because you're hard? There's nothing wrong with that. Plenty of men get hard when they get spanked. It's a natural function of the human body."

Daniel lets out a moan. "You're… stroking my cock."

I cup his balls. "Take your pants off and lift your bare ass on my firm lap. This is the only way to overcome your struggles. Show me your naked body and be proud of it. Don't cower away in shame like you did with your ex-boyfriend."

Rage fills me when I think of Daniel's ex being too vanilla in the bedroom. Nothing's more disappointing than hooking up with someone and discovering they're not kinky.

I don't require all my partners to be kinky, of course, and everyone has their limits. Still, when the cutest fucking boy would look great on my lap, it's aggravating when he's not open to exploring new horizons.

I never would've discovered spanking if I hadn't been open-minded. I needed my stepbrother to show me what I was missing out on, to ask me to spank him.

I was reluctant at first, because we were two twenty-one-year-old boys on a camping trip together in the woods. I didn't know if our relationship would ever be the same.

I was glad as hell I did it, and glad as hell when he came due to my stimulation. It lit a fire within me, one I haven't been able to put out since. I'm a spanker, an unwavering man who likes to spread my partners over my lap.

No exceptions. The fact that Daniel enjoys spanking, too, is everything I could wish for.

Daniel stands up and buries his face in his hands. I unbutton his jeans, then tug his zipper down. I thrust them to his feet, then massage his hard dick and balls over his underwear.

"You're emitting, Daniel."

He stares at my hand cupping his hard-on. "This is… a lot."

I run my fingers up the length of his cock over the black fabric. "Quit being shy. This is something you clearly enjoy—give yourself over to it. Allow me to spank the fear out of you."

Daniel tugs his underwear off. At once, his hard dick springs up against his abs. He's not super well endowed, which is fine by me. He's cut and five inches, with a glorious pink head.

I yank him onto my lap and slam him on my knees. He cries out as I lick my palm, then bring it down hard on his jiggly white ass cheeks.

Smack.

"Oh my God!" He throws his head back and bucks. "That stings!"

"Good. It means your trepidation around others is leaving your body."

I continue spanking Daniel. With every swat, my heart swells in my chest. I can already see this boy overcoming his shyness and discovering who he truly is.

My core belief is that every young man should be spanked at least once in their lives. Doesn't matter whether a Dom or Dominatrix does it—they need the release to overcome their boyish concerns.

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