Page 90 of Wrestling with Daddy

The boy nodded eagerly, letting his arms rest against his back, grabbing his elbows with the opposite hand.

He remembered.

“Good boy,” he praised again before delivering the first blow to the right cheek.

Nathan’s body sprung up, the slap resonating in the room and deafening everything else.

“One,” he breathed. His voice was muffled by the blankets, but Ken felt lenient. “May I have another, Daddy?”

“You even have manners,” Ken teased before delivering the second hit against the left cheek.

His boy had tried to scoff but the sound died, replaced by a moaned gasp. “Two, Daddy. Another.”

Ken watched avidly as the spanks turned the breathed words into hiccuped cries, the gasps into sobs and tremors running through the boy’s body. He watched as Nathan’s ass turned an uglier shade of red, memorized the spots where the meaty skin would sport bruises the next day.

“T-thirty five, Daddy.”

Ken paused, watching the battle in the boy’s mind, the way his body couldn’t decide between wiggling free and staying still, the white knuckles in his hands.

How the pauses between each word were getting longer.

“Do you want to use your safe word, boy?” A quick shake of Nathan’s head answered right away. “Do youneedto?”

Another shake of the head responded, with barely any hesitation to it.

“I need an-another, Daddy. Pl-please, please, please.”

Pride surged through him as he saw his boy’s determination, his boy proving and sacrificing his pleasure for him. Handing over his pain in waves.

Ken also saw the way Nathan’s legs shook, how close he was to his limit whether he was aware of it or not.

“I’m going to give you a choice, boy. Whatever you choose will make me equally happy, okay?”

Nathan turned his head toward him, red blotches enhancing his freckles, all the streaks left by tears too tempting for any Sadist’s sanity. “Huh?”

“You have five spanks left,” Ken reminded him, helping his head settle down against the mattress and keeping it there. “I can deliver them to your ass like I have been doing. Or I can let your ass rest, and pinch your balls, five times. You don’t have to count either one.”

Nathan shivered from head to toe, incoherent sounds leaving his mouth for the longest seconds as Ken waited for the answer.

“Balls, please, Daddy.”

He’d had a feeling.

“Good choice.” Ken nodded. His grip on the back of Nathan’s neck tightened. “Lift up your legs so you’re on your knees, and spread them for me.”

The movement wasn’t immediate, but after some wiggling, Nathan was there.

Ken wasn’t that much of a Sadist, delivering on his promise quickly but effectively, more focused on watching Nathan’s last walls come completely apart than he was on the actual action going on.

Nathan’s screams were hoarse, the wiggling getting worse even after the punishment was done and Ken was scooping him up, pulling him on his lap and hugging him to his chest.

It took a few minutes until Nathan’s heartbeat began to slow down, until he was inhaling deeper, holding in the air longer.

“You did so good for me, baby boy. I’m so proud.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Nathan’s words came slurred. Ken noticed his heavy eyelids as his head dropped on his shoulder. “Now’s nap time.”

Ken chuckled. That would be no hardship at all.