Jude
My Bel Fiore wants to give me gray hairs. It’s really the only explanation for him taking things into his own hands. I want to pace but quell the urge, saving the built-up energy for my brat.
“This is tame,” Ignacio comments from where he sits with Hollis at his desk. “It could be far worse.”
I give him a look. “Antonio won’t be the only one getting punished if you don’t keep your comments to yourself.”
Ignacio has the decency to flush, and I take satisfaction in knowing I can make the great Chaos squirm.
“I doubt Jayden would allow you to touch his Princess,” Hollis tells me.
I grin. “Oh, I’m more than happy to let him know his Boy needs some attention…”
“Please, don’t,” Ignacio tries to protest. “I…we’re not there…
” The yet is silent, but anyone with eyes can see the physical therapist has a hold on Roman’s new love, which I know pleases Roman greatly—though I have a feeling some of the boy’s insecurities play into that.
I’m not worried, though. Ignacio has proven to be a sap for his young love.
I hum. “Lying, even by omission or denial, would get my Boys punished… I wonder how Jayden feels about it…” The way Ignacio flushes and squirms is entertaining, sparking pleasure in me, and making me wish my Bel Fiore would hurry the fuck up and get here already.
By the time Antonio walks into Hollis’s office to return the earpiece and bodycam, I’m keyed up and ready to drag him into the nearest empty room.
“Need anything more from me?” I ask Hollis.
“No. Joel is getting the nanny comfortable, and ready for the dads. I’ll let Carter know we have her, and they can decide what to do next.”
Putting a hand under his chin, I lift his face to mine and press a gentle kiss to his lips. When I pull away, Hollis smirks and signs, “Go punish your Boy. I have things under control.”
I grin. “That’s the plan.”
Holding my hand out, I pull Antonio close when he places his smaller one in mine. “Upstairs, Fiore. You and I need to have a talk.”
He shivers, looking up at me with wide, innocent chocolate eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
I love hearing that name on his lips, and I don’t hesitate to lean down and press my lips to his again. He stares up at me dreamily when I pull away, making Hollis snort a laugh, but I ignore everyone else in favor of dragging my brat out of the office and up to our bedroom.
“I don’t know if I should lecture you or just beat you senseless, Bello,” I tell him once the door is firmly closed behind us.
His lips part. “The latter, please, Sir.”
“So cute you think your opinion matters. Undress and go stand in the corner.”
“Daddy! The corner is so boring,” he whines, his brat coming out to play.
“It’s called punishment, Sweetheart. Undress. I won’t ask again.”
He sighs and begins removing his clothes, dropping them onto the floor until he’s completely naked, before then folding each item one by one.
“The longer this takes, the longer you’ll be in the corner…” I warn.
His eyes widen and he picks up speed, making me smile.
His hatred for the corner is amusing. The best part is that it’s a known fact, most, if not all, submissives hate the quiet time.
That they make it so obvious means it’s an effective tool to have in our arsenal.
As a Daddy…exploring new ways of how to use the corner is going to be fun.
Not tonight, however. No, something much more straightforward, but equally as fulfilling, is on the agenda for tonight. My brat will both love and hate it.
Antonio stands in his corner, his nose all but touching the wall, with his hands behind his head. I wait for a few moments to see if he’s going to be a good boy, before moving to the closet and grabbing what I need.
Closing in on him, I smile when he visibly squirms, my proximity a beacon for him.
Tsking, I adjust my stance and flick my wrist, smacking his ass with the narrow-tipped crop.
It’s not hard enough for me to hear the stinging impact of the leather against his ass, but the way he bounces on his toes lets me know I hit the correct mark.
“Hold still, Bello. Every time you move, you’ll get smacked.” I hit him again to prove my point. “If you stay under five, I’ll let you come today… Stay under ten, and I’ll fuck you.”
“That’s unfair, Daddy.”
“No, Sweetheart, what’s unfair is you walking into a situation without proper preparation.”
His fingers twitch, as if he wants to bring his hands down, so I smack him for a third time, then a fourth when he tries to move away from the harder hit.
“You look so beautiful all red for me,” I tell him, admiring the color blooming across his flesh.
I allow a few minutes of silence to lapse between us, studying him as he holds so still for me that he barely breathes.
I love seeing him like this, at my mercy, conflicted as he tries to decide whether to be my brat or my good Boy. Both will get him what he wants…eventually, but one is far more straightforward and easier than the other.
Far more of my wants and desires are being drawn out by the Boy in front of me, making it exciting to keep up with him, and every day is something new, as I try to figure out which version of my Bel Fiore I’m going to get.
It keeps things exciting for us both. Add in our Stars, and well, the four of us are perfectly matched.
The silence finally gets to be too much for him. “I saw an opportunity, Daddy. It was better to get her while we could, than wait and risk losing her. Keegan, Marcus, and Carter deserve their retribution.”
“That wasn’t your call to make, Bello. If I can’t trust you to follow orders and keep yourself safe, you won’t be allowed to go out into the field.”
He gasps and tries to turn to face me. Grabbing him roughly by the back of his neck, I force him face-first into the wall.
“You aren’t to move without my permission,” I say lowly.
“You can’t interfere with my job!” he argues, struggling against my grip. Though he's not really trying to break free—not that it would stop me if he did. I’d simply add to his punishment.
“You are mine, Antonio, and I think you forget that when I’m not around. You might be used to risking yourself, but I will not have it.”
“But Daddy—”
“Quiet,” I order. “Hands on the wall, ass out.”
He’s quick to comply, knowing his mouth will get him what he deserves.
I walk over to the bed and change out my impact toy, weighing the paddle in my hand before turning back to face him. The sight of his pinked ass, out and ready for me, makes my cock ache, and I take a deep breath, centering myself for a moment, unwilling to walk right into the brat’s hands.
“I should leave you like that, desperate for my touch, and the thud of a paddle against your ass. I could call the Stars in. Play with them, and force you to hear but not see anything I do to them, let alone touch. What do you think about that, Bello? Would that be a good punishment for a brat that doesn’t know how to shut their mouth?
” A direct question means he’s allowed to answer without getting into further trouble.
“Not wanting you to control my job has nothing to do with my mouth, Sir,” he says, almost respectfully.
“Normally, I’d agree, but if you prove to be reckless…”
“It was a good choice!” he argues again, turning his head in my direction. “I’d make the choice again.”
“Good to know. Head down now, no more talking. If I hear another word out of you, you won’t like the consequences.”
His body heaves, but he drops his head, splaying his hands against the wall and pushing his ass out further, making me grin.
I consider pausing to grab something for him to hold and safeword with, but decide we’re at a point where I can trust him to not need it.
I’ve learned to read him and his cues. He knows how to get my attention without the failsafe now.
Besides, he might get himself into more trouble should I do it, and I plan on punishing my brat by not pushing him as far as he would like, though he’ll still enjoy the consequences of his actions.
Setting a hand on his lower back, I let him get used to the feel of me beside him before pulling away, adjusting my hold on the paddle, and then spanking his ass with it. The thinner wooden impact toy is one with holes, offering up a nice sting to stay on theme with the earlier crop.
I give him no warning, letting the thud of the toy resonate deep within him. A few close together smacks of the broad surface on his ass warms him up, further reddening the marks left behind by the crop, and turning the rest of him a lovely shade of pink.
When I adjust my positioning in order to hit him harder, I can almost feel his sharp intake of breath.
“Such a good Boy, taking what I give you,” I praise, when both cheeks are nice and rosy.
“You needed this, didn’t you? A nice spanking to help center you.
Too bad you’ve been such a brat tonight.
I would have loved to bring out some other fun things.
Maybe strap you down and edge you until you’re screaming for more… ”
He moans and I smile, running a hand across his hot flesh, making him feel the deep bruises already.
“Yes, I think you would have liked that. Being played with by your Daddy, and maybe even the Stars. They take instruction so well, don’t they? So eager to please, my very good Boys.”
“Th—they’re perfect,” he says, so low I almost don’t hear it.
“Mmm, they are, aren’t they? And so are you…a perfect brat, just for me.”
“Daddy…”
“Hush, Bello, you're already getting extra spankings for speaking. It's in your best interest to stop. I’m going to take care of you, give you what you need.”
Removing my hand, I grip the paddle again and spank him as hard and as fast as I can, five times in a row. His intake of breath is loud between the smack of wood against his flesh.