6. Harrison
Chapter 6
Harrison
I know that boys react to me in a certain way. I’ve always known that. But this feels different…
Taylor acted out like a brat, but dropped his sass pretty quickly when I made it clear that it wasn’t going to fly with me. I’ve seen this plenty of times in the past. Many boys have tried to push me and found out very quickly that I’m not a man to push too hard.
But the difference this time was that I actually felt a little bit nervous too. Although I didn’t show it, the blood was pumping and my adrenalin went into overdrive as I put Taylor in his place and told him that he’d be coming with me.
Sure, Taylor might be seriously big – and those shoulders of his are probably the most impressive things I’ve ever seen. But it’s not his size that got the butterflies going in my stomach.
No, what put me on edge was the instant unspoken rapport between me and Taylor. Taylor’s sass followed by my taking control just felt right. It’s hard to know if I’m just getting caught up in the moment, but I’ve never felt this kind of connection before.
Speaking of which, it’s time that I explain to the boy precisely what’s about to go down between us…
‘Taylor, take a seat inside my ride,’ I say, opening the back door to my large SUV. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve checked with Xander, and everything is fine. They’ll cover you for the next hour or so, no problems.’
‘ Okaaaay ,’ Taylor replies, clearly unsure about the situation, but with a look of excitement in his eyes too.
‘Xander might be your boss, but Xander is working for me for the duration of this project,’ I say, fixing my eyes on Taylor and holding eye contact with him. ‘I want us to make the most of our connection. But that’s only going to happen if we get a few things clear right from the jump. You follow?’
‘Yeah, I think so,’ Taylor replies, his cockiness nowhere to be seen now that the reality of the situation is dawning on him. ‘But… are you really going too…’
I can see that Taylor wants to finish of the sentence, but can’t bring himself to say the word. But I’m not going to let him off the hook that easily.
‘Say it,’ I bark. ‘Tell me what we’re about to do.’
‘I… I… I think you might be about to discipline me,’ Taylor says, the words tumbling out of his mouth and a noticeable quiver in his voice too.
‘Good,’ I reply. ‘Now tell me your safeword. I’m not going to hold back once I shut the door behind me. But your safety is important to me. I need you to understand that you always have a way out should you want it.’
I might be a full-on Daddy Dom with a big reputation for hard spankings, but there’s no way that I’m ever going to allow a boy to feel unsafe.
Speaking of which, I need to hear this safeword…
‘This is important,’ I say, placing a hand on Taylor’s shoulder.
‘My safeword is tyrannosaurus ,’ Taylor says, blushing.
‘Interesting,’ I reply, a slight smile breaking on my face – a smile that I immediately correct into a stern glare as my urge to put the boy over my knee intensifies now that I have the green light. ‘Up. Get that butt up into the backseat. It’s time.’
As Taylor steps up into the extended rear seating area of the SUV, I can’t help but admire the sight of his strong, perfectly rounded ass. This boy is going to be trouble, that’s for sure. But knowing that, at least this way I can keep some kind of control of the situation.
And my control is going to begin with a very sharp reminder that a Daddy like me doesn’t tolerate sass and bad attitude from any boy – no matter how big and tough they might think they are…
* * *
The rear of my SUV is just about big enough to accommodate two men, even taking into account the added size of a big boy like Taylor – certainly, I don’t think this would be possible in the front seats of my Ferrari!
‘Over my lap,’ I say, all my thoughts now focused on giving Taylor exactly what he needs in this moment. ‘Wait. Undo your work trousers at the top first, then let them slip down to your ankles.’
I feel my eyes widening at the sight of Taylor’s thick thighs and banana print white undies. There’s a lot going on inside his undies too… although that isn’t what this is all about.
‘So, do you understand why you need a spanking?’ I say, a big part of the punishment in my eyes being the recipient’s acceptance that it’s something that just needs to happen. ‘Do you agree that your sass to me back at the gazebo was not acceptable?’
‘I… think maybe… you should…’
I can see that Taylor is wrestling with something. I know full well that he understands why this spanking is the right thing, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to admit it to me.
But if the boy thinks he can get away with not answering my question, then he has severely underestimated me.
‘Keep going,’ I say, noting the thick length of meat at the front of Taylor’s pants seems to be expanding rather rapidly.
‘I think… you just need to chill!’ Taylor says, a giddy release of energy in his voice. ‘Chill! Chill! Chill!’
‘Enough!’ I bark, firmly taking Taylor by the hand and putting him across my lap. ‘You might think that you’re too big for a spanking, but that is absolutely not the case. Not by a long shot. By the time I’m done with this bottom, you’ll be howling for forgiveness.’
‘I won’t!’ Taylor says, a hint of genuine worry mixed in with his last-stand bravado. ‘I’ll never !’
‘We’ll see, boy,’ I say, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. ‘We’ll see about that real soon.’
I pull Taylor’s tight briefs down over the perfect curve of his chunky ass and leave them just at the top of his thighs.
I might be about to spank this booty, but I truly hope that one day in the not too distant future I’m getting my face all up close and personal too. This is one cake that I want to feast on over and over again, that’s for sure.
But rather than indulge my fantasies for what I want to do to Taylor’s butt, I need to focus every inch of my energy onto delivering a spanking that the boy will never, ever forget.
‘It was going to be six,’ I say, drawing my hand back and holding it in the air above me. ‘But your repeated attempts to provoke and sass me have added another six on top. If I was you, I’d think very carefully about doing anything from this point onward that might lead to even more.’
I don’t expect a reply from Taylor, and I don’t get one either.
Clearly, the reality of the situation is hitting the boy, and without further ado I bring my hand crashing down on Taylor’s delectable left buttock.
Despite the crashing sound of my palm on Taylor’s exposed cheek, I don’t hear a peep out of Taylor.
This boy’s tough – he’s just taken a spank that would have sent most boys into a world of sharp, squealing pain.
Well, let’s just see how tough Taylor is after another five spanks…
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘You’re very quiet, boy,’ I say, noting the red handprints on each of Taylor’s strong yet squeezable buttocks. Something tells me that as tough as Taylor is, what he truly needs to do is relax and let the spanking take a hold of him. ‘My advice to you would be to let go. Feel each spank and react to it.’
Taylor doesn’t speak, but I do see him nod his head ever so slightly.
Suddenly I’m beginning to wonder if Taylor has ever been spanked before. It hadn’t occurred to me, but I might just be dealing with a boy who has very low levels of experience in matters like this.
I think a change of approach is needed.
As much as this is a discipline session for the boy, I also want him to come away from it having learned something too.
‘Count with me,’ I say, bringing down a hard spank onto his left buttock. ‘Seven!’
‘S-s-s-even,’ Taylor says, his voice quiet and full of emotion.
‘Eight!’ I say, reddening Taylor’s right cheek further as I bring down another accurate spank.
‘E-e-e-eight,’ Taylor says, a tremble in his voice.
I can sense that Taylor wants to fully let go and embrace the situation, and I think that I might need to persist with the counting to make sure that it happens – and throw a little something else into the mix too.
‘Keep counting, and ask me for another too,’ I say, tracing my fingers over Taylor’s warm butt. ‘Don’t be afraid, you’re doing brilliantly well.’
‘Please may I have another?’ Taylor says, a rush of excitement in his voice.
‘Of course,’ I reply. ‘Nine!’
This time, Taylor lets out a little yelp as I crash my palm down onto his butt. This is good. The boy is letting go and taking his punishment with an open heart.
‘Nine, and please may I have another?’ Taylor says, his body relaxing as he lies across me. ‘It hurts… but I want more.’
‘And more you shall have,’ I say, swatting his ass again. ‘Ten!’
This time, Taylor lets out a louder cry of pain. I don’t blame him. I’m giving everything I have – and don’t plan on stopping either.
‘Ten, and p-p-p-p-please may I have another,’ Taylor says, a submission in his voice that makes my cock strain inside my briefs.
‘I’m going to deliver the last two right after each other, one on each cheek,’ I say. ‘Try and relax your body as much as you can. I want this butt of yours to jiggle when I bring the double spank down.’
And with that, I do precisely as I told Taylor I would.
As I launch into the rapid-fire double spank, I feel Taylor wriggling and relaxing before the impact of my spanks takes a hold of him and he loses control.
‘ Owwwwww !’ Taylor cries out. ‘That hurt! That hurt! That hurt!’
‘Good boy,’ I say, quickly reaching for the cooling cream in the cool storage box under the seat. ‘I think you did brilliantly. And how about we get this wonderfully red bottom nice and cool again?’
‘Y-y-y-yes, please,’ Taylor says, his sass and attitude nowhere to be seen. ‘Thank you.’
‘That’s absolutely fine,’ I reply, plunging my fingers into the thick cream and slowly and carefully caressing it onto Taylor’s stinging butt. ‘Now you just relax and let Daddy work his magic. Well, me and the cream.’
Taylor laughs softly and allows me to work the cream deeper into his reddened skin.
Even though it took a minute for Taylor to relax into the spanking, I can see that this is a boy with depth and character. I want to find out exactly what makes him tick, what motivates him, and exactly what he’s looking for – not just in a Daddy, but in life too.
There’s certainly more to Taylor than meets the eye.
I think he probably sees me in much the same way too.
This may have been our first spanking, but I’m sure there will be more on the way – and plenty of other experiences to share together too...