Chapter 6
Tane
After Jacob stormed out of the house, Tane felt a familiar sense of exasperation and frustration with the young player.
Tane had been around in professional hockey for long enough to see plenty of supposed superstar players burn out way too early as a result of too much partying, ego, and hype.
Jacob seemed like he was a good boy deep down, but in that moment Tane was seeing far too many of the traits that could see Jacob fail to live up to his potential.
“What do I care,” Tane grumbled, stripping the guestroom bed. “That asshole kid can do what the hell he likes.”
The reality of the situation was that Tane was only so invested in Jacob because Antonio Cardini has instructed him to be.
Were it not for that order from the Cardini family, Tane would probably have ignored Jacob and focused only on finishing his final season as a player in the most successful way possible.
“But…” Tane said, his mind drifting off to the same kind of thoughts that had seen him pleasure himself so satisfyingly in the bath. “No. Not going to happen.”
Tane was determined to put his lust for Jacob out of his mind and concentrate on having the most relaxed Sunday possible. After all, Tane knew that he would be back on the training and game prep treadmill on Monday.
After such a long career, the one thing that Tane was looking forward to was a little bit more time to himself. Even though Tane loved meeting up with the likes of Alex and Connor and shooting the shit at Pine Rise, he certainly wasn’t going to miss the grueling training schedule.
Tane tossed the laundry down the laundry chute and walked downstairs.
“Time for my own big breakfast,” Tane smiled, imagining the amount of calories he was about to consume all in the name of physical recovery.
But before Tane could settle into making his feast, he saw a message flash up on his cell phone. And just like before, Tane felt the very same sinking sensation when he saw that the message was from Antonio Cardini…
ANTONIO: Tane… I want an update on Jacob. I need to see you face to face. Meet me at Pine Rise in an hour. Oh – and bring your training kit too.
“Wait… what?” Tane spluttered. “He wants me to bring my training kit?”
Tane couldn’t comprehend why Antonio wanted him to bring his training kit. But it was pointless trying to question Antonio. None of the Cardini family were ever very receptive to people questioning them or their unique techniques.
Despite feeling like this was a major bummer to his Sunday plans, Tane knew that it was pointless trying to delay the inevitable. His big breakfast would have to wait until next Sunday.
Tane picked up his training bag and made his way out of the house and into his two seater sportscar. It was time to power over toward Pine rise and find out precisely what the hell Antonio wanted that was so important that it couldn’t be discussed over the phone.
* * *
“So you’re saying Jacob was out of control?” Antonio said, running his hand over his strong, stubbly chin. “And what did you do to stop this?”
Tane took a step back and turned to look beyond the window of the Pine Rise office suite. It was clear that Antonio was putting Jacob’s behavior very much at Tane’s feet – and Tane knew that as unfair as that may seem, it was simply the way it was.
The Pine Rise building was quiet saving for a few game analysists working away in the next door office. Tane had also briefly seen a grumpy Coach Tremaine on the way in too.
But Tane knew that unless he was able to give Antonio the answers he wanted, things weren’t likely to stay quiet for long.
“Don’t worry about me, you just take your sweet time,” Antonio said, more than a hint of impatience in his voice. “You know, I have a lot of things to deal with. I’d rather not be here on a Sunday either. But this fucking Jacob Gosling. I want him calm and acting like he should be.”
“He was drunk. I sorted it,” Tane replied, maintaining eye contact with Antonio. “I’ve seen plenty worse over the years. Trust me.”
“Maybe so,” Antonio said, stepping out from behind the desk, his suit jacket briefly opening to give Tane a flash of a gun firmly planted inside a holster.
“But if Jacob is out and acting wild, and something happens to him… then we’re down a player and also lose a valuable asset.
So, we’re left with a choice. Do we take control of that situation or do we allow it to ride and collect the life insurance as early as we can. ”
Tane couldn’t be sure what Antonio was hinting at, or how literal he was being, but either way it didn’t sound good.
“We are a powerful family,” Antonio continued. “We know how to win. Just like the Enforcers know how to fight and win on the ice. But unlike hockey, we do not have to play by the rules. If you know more about Jacob then you are letting on, that’s a risky game to play with me, Tane.”
“Antonio, I’ve got this,” Tane said, firming his voice and trying to put all thoughts of the gun inside Antonio’s jacket out of his mind. “As I said, the boy was drunk. I’ll keep him on the straight and narrow from here on out. You have my word.”
“Good,” Antonio said, walking over to stand next to Tane and take in the view of the majestic training complex that he and his family had built.
“I know this is your final season. But the family respects you. We’d like to consider keeping you as part of the organization.
You could choose the role. Management. Corporate.
Media. It would be up to you. But we need you to ensure that Jacob does not cross the line.
There’s more at stake than you know. And you understand that I cannot say any more, I assume? ”
Tane nodded.
The reality was that Tane didn’t want to know any more details.
As far as Tane was concerned, the less he knew about the inner workings of Antonio Cardini and his Mafia family, the better.
But before Tane could settle himself and get ready to drive home again, Antonio was about to drop another bombshell. There would be a whole-squad fitness session – and the individual player results and analytics would be seen by the Cardini family.
Tane could tell that Antonio wasn’t fooling around.
This might not have been a regular training session, but in many ways the stakes had never been higher.
* * *
The fitness session culminated in a one on one race between Tane and Jacob. Despite Jacob’s bravado, Tane knew from the get-go that he would win the race.
Over the years, Tane had learned how to manage his body and pace himself.
Jacob on the other hand was brash, cocky, and had way less smarts.
But it was Jacob’s behavior after the race that pushed Tane to the limit – and beyond…
“Boy, if your captain offers to shake your hand, you accept it,” Tane barked, shutting the weight training room door behind him.
“I… I… I didn’t feel like it,” Jacob replied, pouting and showing his immaturity.
“I don’t give a crap what you felt like,” Tane growled. “This is a team sport. We pull together as one. We can fight and brawl in training, but each and every one of us have to know that we shake hands at the end and have that spirit of unity.”
“Borrrrrring!” Jacob said, a slight quiver in his voice betraying his nervousness. “So you got me in here just to give me some big teamwork speech?”
“No, boy, I got you in here to spank your ass good and proper,” Tane said, stepping toward Jacob and towering over him. “I’ll tolerate locker room sass up to a point. But you took things way too far. Now tell me your safeword.”
“You can’t do this,” Jacob stammered, his cheeks flushing red. “You’re not my… you can’t… you can’t whoop me!”
“I can, and I will,” Tane replied. “Safeword, now.”
“But… I promise I won’t do it again,” Jacob said, a look of shock in his eyes. “My safeword is turtle. But… this is bullshit!”
“Turtle?” Tane said, his hands on his hips and his cock beginning to fire into life.
“Yes, sir,” Jacob said, unable to hold eye contact. “Is it going to be on my bare…?”
“It certainly is,” Tane said. “Follow me.”
With that, Tane marched Tane over toward the black bench next to the free weight rack. Tane could see that Jacob was nervous and excited too… Jacob’s tight running shorts left very little to the imagination.
“Ten spanks on each cheek. And you agree to this punishment?” Tane said, watching as Jacob covered the prominent bulge at the front of his shorts.
“Yes, I agree,” Jacob said, his voice suddenly far more subdued.
“Good, now lower your shorts and stand there with your hands on your head,” Tane growled.
Tane watched as Jacob removed his running shorts to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Jacob’s cock was hard and bounced skyward as soon as his shorts came down.
Tane continued to observe as Jacob duly put his hands on his head and waited for further instruction. Gone was the arrogant, totally full of himself young superstar. This was a different Jacob now. This was the submissive version of Jacob. And Tane very much liked what he saw.
“Enough, now turn around, bend over and grip either side of the weight bench,” Tane commanded, his voice full of total authority and confidence. “This is going to hurt. But it’s what you need. And remember, you do have your safeword to use, should you need it.”
“Y-y-y-yes, sir,” Jacob said, bending over and holding the sides of the bench as instructed.
Tane took a moment and ensured that Jacob was fully in position. He saw no harm in making Jacob wait a little longer, the anticipation of what was to come all part of the disciplinary process as far as Tane was concerned.
After waiting a few moments more, Tane raised his hand and line it up with Jacob’s perfectly peachy left buttock.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Tane bellowed, bringing his hand down and landing an inch-perfect spank right in the center of Jacob’s tender cheek.
Jacob hollered out in pain – but Tane wasn’t about to give Jacob any respite. This was Jacob’s first spanking from Tane, and Tane was determined to ensure that Jacob realized what a real spanking was like.
One spank turned into two, and two quickly became three, then four, then five and six. As the spanking continued apace, Jacob was crying out in pain but Tane could see that the boy was more than capable of holding his own.
“Bratty boys get their butts warmed,” Tane roared, landing a double spank on each cheek to round the spanking off in style.
“Awwwwww!” Jacob squealed, hopping from foot to foot as he struggled to handle the burning sensation on his sore bottom. “It hurts! It hurts!”
Tane couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Jacob taking his medicine as best he could. But rather than watch on as the boy realized the outcome of his actions, Tane new that it was time to apply some much needed cooling cream to Jacob’s lit-up butt.
“Come with me, boy,” Tane said, offering his hand – and this time receiving Jacob’s hand in return. “I’m going to make sure that you’re looked after.”
Tane took Jacob over to the far corner of the gym space and lay Jacob across some extra-thick yoga mats. As tenderly as he could, Tane began to apply some specialist cooling cream over Jacob’s exposed cheeks.
“This is for the most serious muscle tears, so I think it’ll be more than good enough for your butt,” Tane said, a tenderness in his voice and in his actions too as he continued to ensure that each and every inch of Jacob’s round butt was covered.
“Thank you,” Jacob replied, turning his head to the side and looking up toward Tane. “And… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a silly little brat.”
“I accept your apology,” Tane said. “And when I say that, you know that I mean it. We’ve got a good team culture here, and I think you can play a big part in it. You’re a good boy, I know you are.”
Jacob didn’t answer, but the smile on his face was enough to tell its own story.
Tane was pretty certain that there would be more ups and downs with Jacob when it came to reigning in his wildest behaviors. But this was nothing if not a good start.
The last thing that Tane imagined he would be doing in his final season was taking on a protective mentor role with a new signing.
But that was the reality. The pair of them might have been thrown together by circumstance and a very demanding Mafia family, but Tane wasn’t going to let that get in the way of one fact that trumped everything…
The spanking felt right.
Jacob took it like only the best boys can.
The boy’s trouble, but he might just be worth it – both on the ice and off it too.