Page 89 of Wrestling with Daddy

“Good.” Ken kissed the corner of his lips. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want you to build relationships and experiences outside of me. It’ll be like now with Ash and Lee. I may check in on you, but you were free to play as you wanted, right?”

Nathan hummed, his head bobbing up and down. “I liked playing with Ash.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Am I… Are we going to do that more?”

“Try to keep that boy off my case.” Ken chuckled. “He’s like a good-intentioned leech.”

His boy giggled beneath him, hips canting upward. “Daddy…”

“Yes, baby boy?”

“Didn’t you have work to do?”

“I put in my two weeks’ notice.” Ken shrugged. “I don’t mind it too much if I’m not the most productive right now.”

Nathan’s eyes widened.

To be fair, Ken had forgotten to tell the boy, too distracted with playing with him and showering him with everything he suspected he hadn’t had much of.

“You did?”

“It was about time.” Ken hummed. “Was that what you really wanted to ask me?”

“Uh… maybe not?” Nathan tilted his head to the side. “Daddy, I need to ask you something.”

“Okay.” Ken tried his best to keep a straight face. “Shoot.”

“I know you said no before,” Nathan started, “and I think I understand why you did it, because you had a lot on your mind and it wouldn’t be responsible, but I think… I really need a punishment, Daddy.”

“Okay,” Ken spoke slowly. His boy was right about before, and a part of him wanted to reinforce that point but he could also see the eagerness, the sincerity in Nathan’s words. He couldn’t ignore that need. “Why do you think you need a punishment? Use your words.”

Nathan fumbled with the buttons on Ken’s shirt but didn’t undo them. “I kept things from you, Daddy. I was having feelings I was struggling with and I didn’t know how to handle them, and I ruined the pupnic for everyone, and I hurt you, and I embarrassed you in front of your friends.”

“What do you mean, you embarrassed me?”

“Because a sub’s behavior reflects on their Dom… Doesn’t it?” Nathan chewed on his lip. “That’s what they always say in my community.”

“To an extent,” Ken agreed, “but while I agree everything you mentioned can be a reason for punishment, you didn’t embarrass me, baby boy. Not that I want you to try.”

His boy giggled. “I… Okay.”

“Good. I want you to listen to me.” Ken took off his shirt, not too confident that Nathan wouldn’t end up undoing the fabric if he kept playing with it.

“I’ll try, Daddy.”

“I know you will.” Ken pulled him on his lap, fingers clenching his sides. “For now, though, how many spanks do you think you deserve?”

The question caught Nathan off guard just like it had the one other time he’d been punished. Ken watched as the boy’s face showcased every emotion fleeting through his body: from uncertainty to guilt to a smidge of mischief to hopelessness and resignation. He saw when he’d made a decision as his body settled, his spine straightening.

“Forty, Daddy.” Then Nathan was nodding to himself. “I can take it.”

“Oh, I know you can,” Ken mused while calculating how they were going to do it in his head. Forty hits with his bare hand was going to leave his joints burning, but he couldn’t bring himself to say no. He didn’t want to use a flogger or a paddle either, not for a punishment and when he hadn’t used them for play on the boy yet. “Get in position on my lap. I want you to count them out for me, okay? This time I won’t be as quick as I was last time.”

Nathan whined pitifully before he obeyed. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” Ken ran a soothing hand down the boy’s back, noting the goosebumps he left behind. “I also want you to ask me for more. I’m proud of you for telling me what you need, but you’re still the one who’s requested this punishment. I want you to show me how much you want it.”