Daddy sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. “I would never punish you when I was angry.” Lucas was sure Daddy said something else, but his ears hadn’t processed anything else after the word “punish.” Punish? What was Daddy going to do?
“Please take off your robe and lie across my lap facedown.”
Lucas gaped, and Daddy slid his finger under Lucas’s chin to make him close his mouth. “What’s your safe word?”
Safe word? “Red,” he whispered, hope blooming in his chest so rapidly he was convinced his heart would explode.
Lucas nodded. “Good boy. Now, why am I punishing you?”
“Because I was naughty,” Lucas admitted.
Jacob smiled and helped Lucas take the robe off. Lucas shivered, but it wasn’t with cold. “Not just,” Daddy said. “I’m punishing you because you disobeyed a safety instruction, but I’m afraid I am going to have to take some responsibility for that as well. I knew you were a holiday fan. I knew you wanted to put the decorations up, and instead of making proper plans, I let it slide, so you didn’t have much choice than to do it yourself, or it would have been too late.”
Lucas frowned but let Daddy stand him up and pull down the silk panties. How was he getting punished if it was Daddy’s fault as well? That didn’t seem fair.
“So yes, you are getting punished, and this will hurt, but you are getting something I know you have been hoping for.” Jacob arranged a stunned Lucas until he was laid over Daddy’s lap. “There is no shame in saying your safe word. In fact, I will be angry if you need to and don’t.” And with that, Daddy lifted his hand and slapped it down hard.
Lucas yelped, more in complete shock than in pain. He’d never been spanked in his entire life, and he didn’t know how to process the overwhelming feeling.
“What color are you?”
“G-green,” Jacob whispered because it hadn’t really hurt, but it wasn’t having the effect he thought either.
Daddy brought his hand down on his other buttock, and Lucas winced. “How many is that?”
“Two,” Lucas said shamefully as despair slid over him. This wasn’t fun at all, and he thought longingly of his favorite video and the look of utter bliss on the little’s face. Another smack and Lucas counted as Jacob asked him, but he’d hardly gotten out the word three before Jacob hit him again. He didn’t understand how this was punishing Jacob. No one was hitting Daddy. He was the one getting hurt. It probably wasn’t even making Daddy’s hand red.
“Five,” Lucas said miserably after the next one and pressed his lips tightly closed to stop a sob escaping. He hated this. It wasn’t erotic at all. It was simply humiliating. Lucas tensed, knowing Jacob had lifted his arm, but when the next smack didn’t happen, he risked a backward glance.
Daddy sat frozen. He’d lifted his arm ready for the next hit, but instead of bringing it down, he had curled his fist tightly. A look of absolute agony stole across his face, and he did exactly as Lucas had just done. Pressed his lips together to stop himself making a noise.
And in a rush Lucas understood. “Red,” he cried out and scrambled to sit up, but Jacob didn’t look like he’d even heard him. Lucas was so dumb, if not outright cruel. This was a mild punishment for him but complete torture for Daddy. He knew about Ben and why spanking had been a hard limit for Daddy, and that had been what Daddy had meant when he said he was punishing himself as well. Lucas practically flung himself at Daddy sobbing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You don’t have to do that for me.”
For a second he didn’t think Jacob was going to respond, and he had worried he had gone too far, but then he heard the small sound of utter distress in the back of Jacob’s throat, and Jacob tightened his arms around him, crushing him to his chest.
“Baby,” Daddy said hoarsely and moved his head at the same time as Lucas and their lips brushed.
And then they were kissing. Jacob practically devoured Lucas’s mouth, and Lucas moaned into it, feeling almost feverish and unsure of where to put his hands next. Then Jacob clasped them tight and pinned them above his head, pressing them into the bed. Lucas shook with desire. As fantasies went, being pinned down was also high up on his list.
“You look so damn sexy with your silk panties on. I want you back in them when we go downstairs,” Jacob murmured before he dropped his head to capture Lucas’s nipples, bringing his hand to the other and pinching them deliciously until Lucas was completely incapable of any answer. Jacob’s hand slid under Lucas’s fiery red ass, and Lucas jerked a little in response, opening his eyes wide. That. That was a different kind of feeling, and his cock bobbed in response. He could feel the ache slide from his ass to his balls as they grew tight, and whimpered when Jacob’s fingers reached them. Without even asking, Jacob expertly flipped Lucas onto his belly and pushed a pillow under him. Lucas’s mind was whirling. The heat in his ass seemed to match the way the rest of his body was sparking alight, and he groaned helplessly as Jacob ran a hand over where he knew he would have marks.
Jacob followed his hand with his mouth and licked, kissed, and sucked all over his ass, until Lucas was prepared to beg for some more. “A-ah,” Jacob admonished and tapped Lucas’s butt lightly as he pushed it higher toward Jacob in a begging motion. The sting went right to Lucas’s cock, and he whimpered. “Daddy.”
“Mmm.” Jacob breathed hot air on his skin before using his fingers to part Lucas’s ass cheeks and explore with his tongue and reached around to grip Lucas’s cock.
Lucas shuddered and squirmed, helpless to stop still against the double onslaught, wanting more but knowing he wouldn’t last for long. “Close, Daddy,” Lucas mumbled helplessly.
“Good,” Jacob said firmly, and then Lucas heard the click of a bottle opening and jumped at the cold lube as Daddy drizzled it around his hole. He heard the tear of a condom wrapper and vaguely wished he had the coordination at that moment to put it on Daddy himself. Jacob lifted Lucas up on his knees and lined himself up, pressing firmly into Lucas’s ass. Lucas almost stopped breathing until Daddy tugged his cock firmly, and the groan made all his breath come out in a rush, and he relaxed. Daddy kept playing and teasing him, holding him up because Lucas was damn sure he wasn’t able to himself, until he slid as far as he could get. Lucas felt Jacob still again and let Lucas get used to the intrusion, until Lucas thought he would go insane if he didn’t move; then Jacob withdrew nearly to the tip, before sliding back in. Lucas moaned and shook, whispered pleading noises for Daddy to hurry which Daddy completely ignored, just bent his head and sucked a patch of tender skin and thrust over and over. It was the final pinch to his nipple that sent Lucas over the edge and the low demand from Daddy to let himself go, and then he was soaring, held safe and shouting his ecstasy. His cries of wonder were soon echoed behind him.
“I think dinner will be spoiled,” Lucas mumbled after quite some time, not completely sure if he even cared.
“Nope,” Jacob said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his nose. “I turned it off, and it’s keeping warm. I already did a salad to go with it before I came upstairs, and it’s in the fridge.” Lucas opened his eyes fully. Jacob had redressed in his comfy sweats and T-shirt and held out his hand. “I want you to get a bath.”