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The movement gives me a clear look at his dick, the flesh hard and seeming to reach for me. Only me. “Across my lap then. We’ll do this and it’ll be done, baby. Okay?”
    I sniffle, tears stinging my eyes, because deep down I know that I’ve disappointed and angered several people with my actions. A bit of selfishness causing a shitload of problems.
    As if I’d done it countless times before, I settle across Zeke’s lap, cock hanging between his thighs, presenting my ass to him.
    His plate-sized hand, complete with calluses, strokes my bare bottom, skimming my sensitized skin and fluttering across my crack as if I were the most delicate china. With every moment that he touches me, I’m more aroused, more in tune with his every breath, aching to be what he wants in a boy.
    “So pretty.” His voice is husky, low, growling and I whimper, pushing and arching against his hand. “Such a perfect little ass.”
    I squirm, wanting...something.
    He gives it to me.
    Between one breath and the next, the paddle slams against my ass, no prep, no warming or warning, just the connection between wood and flesh. I scream and move to rise, the pain, flight or fight response, taking over my body, but Zeke’s hand in the middle of my back keeps me from breaking position.
    I can’t breathe, can’t move, can only feel.
    He hits me again, the sound reverberating through the room, through my body. The pain radiates from my ass, warming and shooting through me, bringing tears to my eyes with each thud of the paddle.
    “Count.” His voice is hoarse, strained.
    Another strike. Another bout of agony. “Three, Daddy.”
    God, it’s only been three.
    Tears aren’t just threatening now, they’re trailing down my cheeks, splashing onto the floor.
    Yet another. “Four.”
    I’m gasping. And despite the pain, the agony of the spanking, I’m turned on by the act.  I want this, deserve this and crave this. More than anything.
    “Five.”
    I’m choking on the pain and the pleasure that’s growing, radiating from my ass. The pain is morphing, twisting and turning within, becoming more.
    Zeke stops for a moment, hand sliding over my heated rear and I flinch with the contact.
    “Easy.” His voice is soft, soothing, gentle. Easy, slow strokes of his palm against my heated skin quickly ratchet up my arousal, make me want whatever Zeke will give me. “Such a good boy.”
    I whimper and press into his touch, search out the pleasure, drink up every drop. “Daddy.” My voice is a whisper, eyes closed, I tune out everything but the feeling of his skin against mine.
    “It’s over, now, little one. You did good.”
    I bend further, press my face against his calf and take a deep breath, taking in his scent and savor it. As my heart calms, I push into his touches as they become stronger, harder...more.
    Heat is morphing into pleasure, my cock’s throbbing in time with the beat of my heart, the thunder of blood roaring through my veins. He’s stroking my ass, fingers playing over my heated skin and the tips grazing my hole. God, to be filled by him, surround him and cradle him close.
    I arch my back, rising and hinting at what I want, earning a soft chuckle from Zeke. “Needy, minx.” A quick pop, the palm of his hand against my ass and then he’s pulling me up until my feet rest on the ground once again. “Bed.”
    I scramble to listen, crawl across the expansive mattress and settle on my back, legs wide, open and ready for whatever he wants to do to me. I trust him not to hurt me for a variety of reasons...but it’s my gut that I’m going with and it tells me that no matter how big, or strong, Zeke may be, he’d never hurt me. Unless I wanted him to.
    He opens the bedside table to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube.
    Internally? I’m doing a happy dance. Externally? My cock’s still throbbing, pre-come glistening at the tip of my dick and it’s taking everything in me not to stroke myself.
    I want Zeke to do that, to give me