6. Taine

Taine woke up the following morning with an unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't the fact that he was in a luxurious hotel suite as per his arrangement with Danilo. And it wasn't that the sun was only just rising either. No, Taine woke up with a clear head.

With no hangover to contend with, Taine sprung up out of bed and wandered over toward the window and opened the drapes so that he could look out onto the city.

‘It's been a while,' Taine laughed, almost surprised that he was up early and feeling fresh.

After giving himself a hefty workout in the academy fight gym, Taine had taken himself off for a run in the labyrinth-like woodland behind the facility. He might have been thirty-nine years old, and his body was certainly not as used to the rigors of training as it used to be, but Taine had pleasantly surprised himself.

After running off some initial soreness, Taine soon found himself attacking the trails and pathways with the kind of enthusiasm that he used to feel when training during his fighting career.

And although he could feel a little bit of next-day soreness in his calves, Taine actually felt pretty great as he stood butt naked in front of the window of his twentieth-floor suite.

The only slight question mark hanging over Taine was how he was going to deal with Donovan. Having already given Tommy and Olivera couple of combat sessions, he could see that they would be okay to work with. Sure, they were both pretty mischievous and full of sass, but Taine was more than capable of handling that.

However when it came to Donovan, there seemed to be an entirely different dynamic. Donovan had attitude. Donovan was a seasoned pro who clearly didn't take kindly to the idea of going back to school.

Taine wasn't going to let his concerns go unnoted either.

‘Danilo needs to know about this,' Taine said, walking back toward his bed and picking up his cell phone. ‘If Donovan won't play ball, Danilo needs to know that it's not on me.'

TAINE: D, we need to talk about Donovan. The session wasn't good. It was pretty fucking awful in truth. I'm going to give him a chance, but he doesn't want to listen. Today's a big day as far as I'm concerned. Respectfully to you my friend, if he doesn't want to work with me, I'm going to have to focus on the two boys who do want to work.

Taine figured that Danilo would be up already, no doubt working on whatever Machiavellian plans that the Doni family had cooking up at that moment. But Taine wasn't expecting Danilo to reply quite so quickly – or directly either.

DANILO: My brother, the boy is your responsibility. They come as a package, there's no pick and choose option here. You need to get Donovan up to speed with his combat training. He needs to be ready to serve the family. And I'm giving you full permission to use any methods you think are appropriate. I hope this is understood.

Taine sighed and tossed his phone onto the bed. As much as he and Danilo were friends, Taine knew that Danilo, like the rest of his family, weren't to be messed around. If Danilo wanted something, he wasn't used to failure or excuses. Taine would have to get Donovan dancing to his tune, no matter what it took.

‘Last chance Donovan,' Taine said, standing proud. ‘Mess with me today, and Daddy Taine might just have to come out to play…'

Feeling revved up and determined to put Donovan in his place, Taine got himself ready to hit the shower. It might have been early, but as far as Taine was concerned there was no time to waste.

It was time to get ready, get to the academy, and show Donovan precisely what was expected of him from here on out…

‘Good! Now go again,' Taine hollered, his words of encouragement prompting Oliver to complete a perfect flurry of mid-kicks to the practice dummy. ‘Harder! Faster! But keep it accurate. Yes! Tommy, you're next up.'

‘Yes, sir,' Tommy replied, springing to his feet and swiftly making his way into position.

‘You're next, so make sure to keep those hips loose,' Taine called out, motioning to Donovan. ‘I want to see you do your warmups. You're not as young as these two.'

‘Sure,' Donovan replied, not exactly sounding enthusiastic.

Taine focused his energy on Tommy and offered guidance as Tommy made a decent but less than perfect attempt at a triple kick combination. Both Tommy and Oliver were trying hard, and quite clearly were pretty intimidated by Taine.

But just as Taine suspected, Donovan was still maintaining his off-hand act.

And things went from bad to worse when Donovan stepped up toward the dummy and winced after throwing a single kick.

‘Stupid dummy,' Donovan barked, stomping his foot wildly on the floor before gripping his inner thigh.

‘The only stupid dummy here is you,' Taine shouted. ‘I told you to warm up. And you didn't listen. Again. It's not good enough.'

‘Yeah, well maybe it's just your training methods, man,' Donovan said, a flash of pure brattishness in his eyes. ‘I'm never injured. And on my second session with you this happens? You do the math.'

Taine could feel himself about to totally lose his cool.

In truth, Taine could easily have grappled Donovan to the floor and put him in a submission hold and forced him to tap out. But that wasn't the right approach. That said, simply trying to communicate with Donovan wasn't working either. No, this needed something else altogether.

‘Tommy, Oliver, take yourselves for a running drill up the driveway,' Taine barked. ‘That's an order. Come back in twenty.'

Both Tommy and Oliver scurried out of the room with looks of shock on their face. Taine knew that they were Littles and probably suspected they knew was coming for Donovan. But the question was whether Donovan did too?

‘What the hell is going on?' Donovan said, already pouting.

‘Enough!' Taine roared, immediately taking things up a notch. ‘You've brough nothing but a bad attitude ever since we met. You said you knew who I was, and what I was famous for. Well?'

‘Yeah?' Donovan spluttered.

‘Kicking people's asses for a money was my thing,' Taine said, stepping right into Donovan's space. ‘I could take you to the floor right here and now and it would be goodnight, Donovan Pitt. But I'm not going to do that.'

Taine's heart was racing at double speed.

He knew that Donovan needed a good, old fashioned spanking – and it was time to deliver one that the boy wouldn't forget in a hurry.

‘I'm going to tan that ass of yours with my hand,' Taine said, taking Donovan by his arm and leading him over toward the large punch bag that was resting on the ground for a floor drill. ‘And you're going to think about how you can change your damn attitude around me. Got it?'

‘I… I… no… this is… you can't…' Donovan said.

‘What is your safeword, boy?' Taine said.

‘But…' Donovan said, his attitude suddenly far meeker than it had been only moments earlier. ‘My… my… my safeword is rocket.'

‘Stand still and put your hands on your head,' Taine said, his voice now under control and his naturally commanding Daddy instincts coming to the fore in a way that he hadn't experienced in a long, long time. ‘I'm going to pull your shorts down. You can keep your jockstrap on.'

Taine watched as Donovan did exactly as he was told.

But when Taine pulled Donovan's shorts down, rather than a snug jockstrap, he was met by the sight of Donovan's thick, heavy cock springing up toward him.

‘I didn't put my…'

‘I can see that,' Taine said, his eyes taking in each and every inch of Donovan's big cock. ‘We'll discuss that later. For now, get on all fours and put yourself over the punch bag.'

Donovan didn't need to be asked twice, quickly hiding his cock as he flung himself over the punch bag and presented his big, perfectly rounded ass cheeks for his punishment.

‘This is going to hurt,' Taine said. ‘But you're going to take each spank and thank me. You'll call me sir, and you'll hold yourself perfectly still. Fighting is about discipline. And if this is what it takes for you to learn that, then so be it.'

‘Yes, s-s-s-s-sir,' Donovan said, clearly having to swallow down a titanic amount of pride to utter the word sir.

‘Brace yourself, boy,' Taine said, eyeing up Donovan's white cheeks and readying himself to land the first blow with his wide, flat hand.

‘Oww!' Donovan said, desperately trying to hide his pain as Taine landed the first crisp spank onto his wobbling buttock.

‘We'll start again from zero,' Taine said, unimpressed at Donovan not responding correctly. ‘And we'll keep the counter at zero until you get it right.'

Taine delivered another perfectly placed spank, this time on Donovan's other cheek, causing it to jiggle and redden almost immediately.

‘Thank you, sir,' Donovan said, gritting his teeth and trying to hide the fact that his breathing was already heavier.

‘Better,' Taine said. ‘Now keep that up for ten more and we'll be good.'

Taine proceeded to land spank after spank on Donovan's cheeks, each one received and thanked perfectly by Donovan.

Before long, it was clear that Donovan was hanging on, his knuckles white and his back muscles tight as he gripped the punch bag for dear life. But to his credit, Donovan continued to follow Taine's commands.

As Taine readied himself to land the final blow on each cheek, he took a moment and surveyed the sight of Donovan's strong back, thick arms, and juicy ass cheeks.

If he's a real Little, this could be trouble.

I'm here to do a job and return a favor.

But damn, I'd eat those cheeks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too…

‘And here… we… go…' Taine bellowed, landing the final two spanks in quick succession, prompting Donovan to holler in pain as he uttered his thanks.

As soon as the spanking was finished, Taine expected to see Donovan jump up and seek out his clothes. But instead, Donovan simply stayed face down on the punch bag.

Taine knew that he needed to step in and make sure that Donovan was okay.

‘Come on, let's get that juicy ass seen to,' Taine said, softening his voice and crouching down next to Donovan. ‘You can turn over when you feel ready, but for now let me work some magic fighter's balm into these cheeks.'

Donovan simply nodded and turned his head a little to offer the slightest of smiles to Taine.

Taine wasted no time in fetching his cooling balm and applying it tenderly across Donovan's shocked butt cheeks. With his handprints all over Donovan's ass, Taine would normally have been thinking of one thing and one thing only, but this felt different.

Taine wanted to care for Donovan and make him feel safe.

And this was despite the fact that Donovan had been nothing but hard work since the moment they had met.

‘How does that feel?' Taine asked, making sure that the balm was getting into the crevices of Donovan's throbbing butt.

‘Feels… okay… better, I guess,' Donovan said, his voice soft and quiet. ‘I'm... I'm… sorry.'

‘It's all forgotten,' Taine said. ‘You don't live the life I've lived and not need to make amends from time to time. Or in my case, pretty much all the time. Jeez, I'm not one to hold a grudge. We'll start off with a clean slate.'

Donovan nodded and closed his eyes as Taine finished off applying the balm into his cheeks. But if Donovan thought that he was going to be able to lie on the punch bag until he felt like getting off, he had another thing coming.

‘Up,' Taine said, a quiet sense of authority in his voice. ‘The other boys will be back soon. And I don't think you want them to see that big, red booty of yours like this, do you?'

‘No,' Donovan said, a slight giggle seemingly escaping as he hauled himself up and revealed his girthy, long cock once more before covering it up with both hands.

Taine couldn't help but get another eyeful though.

Fuck me. That's a monster.

And it's not even hard.

This boy might have promised to behave better, but with a cock like that I might have to go looking for reasons to punish him from now on…