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Even better if they're afraid of acting submissive. A firm, unwavering spanking will help any young man break through the hard exterior society forces him to put up.

A wave of pride washes over me as Daniel's ass reddens. He's reacting exactly like I knew he would—excitedly.

His hard dick digs into my thigh, spitting pre-cum. His beautiful locks of blond hair bounce on his cheeks, and his lips part every time he moans.

"Stand up." My voice is deep. "I won't ask you again."

Daniel's cheeks are bright pink as he rises before me. His cock juts out from between his legs, then lifts to his belly.

"I can't believe my new boss is spanking me."

"No need to be shy. We both know this is just something I picked up at a conference."

Leaning in, I crush my lips to his dick. I take it in my mouth, gagging on his rod. He cries out as he sinks his fingers into my hair, gripping me for support.

With my left hand, I fondle his balls, tickling his sack. Then I grip his hips, plowing deep into his cock, forcing it to the back of my throat.

Luckily, I've sucked enough cock in my life so this isn't difficult at all. I can easily take his five-inch cut dick, with his pink head mashing into my tonsils.

It's something I could do in my sleep, and even if he was twice as long, I could take his shaft.

Daniel spurts in my throat. He screams at the top of his lungs, his lithe body jolting. Shot after shot of hot white cum rockets into my tonsils, filling me up.

"Oh, shit!" He thrusts his dick as far as he can into my mouth. "You made me come!"

I massage his taint. "Fuck right, boy. I bet you didn't see that coming, did you?"

I take him on my lap once again. This time, I use the slotted paddle to spank him, which is what I learned at the conference.

He screams as his ass turns even redder, as pink as a fresh rose in spring. He comes on my lap, this time busting out between my legs.

I tilt his chin up to stare into his eyes. "You did a good job today. You released your pent-up energy."

His big, blue eyes dazzle me. He stares at me a beat too long, then turns away shyly. "It's… been ages since anyone's made me feel like this."

I stroke his cock. "I'm glad to hear that. You think you'll do better on your next call at work?"

He nods. "I know I will." He runs his fingers across my abs. "But… do you need a release, too?"

I let out a growl as I peck his cheek. "I'll let you know soon enough, pretty boy."

Chapter Four

Daniel

I'm happy as hell when I prance into work the following Monday. Memories of my spanking session with Hilton flurry through my mind.

"I'm a liberated man." I can't help but shake my head in amusement as I push through the crowd to my desk. "I'm not the lame undersexed virgin I was with my ex. Hilton freed me from my shame."

It's crazy how true this is. I thought I knew what I wanted in the bedroom—vanilla sex. Hell, it was all my ex-boyfriend ever wanted, so I assumed it satisfied me, too. Every time I entered him, I told myself I was having fun.

Now I see how wrong I was. I know Hilton was only relieving my pent-up stress, but he introduced me to a brave new world of passion.

With every swat on my ass, my shy, timid, unliberated self faded to the back.

I grew wings—great, big wings that made me fly. Soar. See the world from a new vantage.

Gone is the unloved boy who was too shy to speak to strangers. Here is the twenty-four-year-old young man who could sell ice to an Eskimo.

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