Chapter Forty-Two

Aiden

This spanking thing wasn't so bad. Aiden had a bit of a burn to his bottom cheeks but for the most part, it was soothing. He had this feeling like weight had been lifted and he was floating. It wasn't like when he was overloaded. It was a freer, more contented feeling. Like he was completely safe and could let go.

Gradually, Daddy increased the pace and strength of the smacks, and before long Aiden was wondering if maybe he'd thought too soon about it not being that bad. With each passing moment the burn in his butt increased, until it eventually began to sting. Still, it wasn't that bad, and the floating feeling made the sting well worth it.

Finally, Daddy's smacks hit a crescendo and Aiden was suddenly sure it absolutely was not worth it. The man was apparently a master at deception. His hands that had once felt like soothing leather, now more resembled hands of steel. The sting had grown into a throbbing pain that had Aiden kicking his legs and tears running down his cheeks.

Aiden couldn't help it; he started to beg and plead with Daddy, offering anything he thought might make the torture end sooner. Amazingly, it worked and Aiden was surprised to find himself a little disappointed by that. He shouldn't have been though. It turned out to be another of the master deceiver's tricks.

"Do you need to say your safeword, baby?" Daddy asked as he rubbed what Aiden was sure were very hot ass cheeks.

His first thought was to tell Daddy that yes, he wanted to stop, but he thought about it for a moment and realized that wasn't the truth. It hurt. Like, really hurt, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't handle it and he did want to know if the method worked for him. So, shaking his head, he answered Daddy honestly. "I don't. I can take it."

When Daddy replied with a heartfelt, "Good boy," Aiden was certain he'd do just about anything to hear those words from his Daddy. Especially in that husky tone that told him that he'd done something that had made Daddy horny. He'd take that any chance he could get, too.

Without any further ado, Daddy started to wail on Aiden's ass hard and fast, laying down smack after reverberating smack until the trickle of tears on Aiden's cheeks became a steady stream, then a flood.

Fire was spreading along his backside and Aiden thought he might not sit for days. He was wondering if maybe it wasn't going to work for him after all, when the first sob wracked his body. Within seconds his entire soul shattered, emotions ripping it apart with the force in which they fled, making Aiden finally understand the term and how it came to be. He went limp; no strength remained inside him. All he could do was lay there and give in to the years' worth of pent-up emotions he'd never known how to free.

Daddy stopped smacking his ass and quickly gathered him up, sitting Aiden on his lap carefully so his bottom didn't touch Daddy's legs, and rocking him as he rubbed up and down Aiden's back and murmured to him.

"You're such a good boy, baby. Let it go for Daddy. Let it all go. I've got you."

He wasn't sure how long he'd cried, but he knew it was long enough for his throat to be raw and the sun to have set. At some point Daddy had laid them back on the bed with Aiden still held in his arms and sprawled over him. How'd he miss that?

When the tears finally dried and sobs weakened to hiccups, Aiden was practically catatonic, but in the best way. He felt light, carefree, happier than he'd ever been. He felt more vulnerable than he'd ever felt as well but that was something he wasn't worried about because if there was anyone on this earth, he could feel vulnerable with, it was his Daddy. Rocky would never let him down, never leave him, and no matter what it took Aiden knew Rocky wouldn't hesitate to give him what he needed.

"I think it worked." Daddy said softly in his ear.

Aiden couldn't stop the laughter if he'd tried. A combination of relief, joy, and love fueled the sound, and he had to talk around the chuckles. "Y-you… think?"

Rocky's deep laughter mixed with Aiden's as Rocky hugged him closer and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Feel better, baby?"

Aiden could only nod. He felt amazing, spectacular even. If anyone had asked him a year ago, he'd have said he was happy. Hell, a month ago he thought he'd been. He knew better now. He hadn't had a clue what happy felt like until he hit his head and came home with a certain sexy Daddy. Now, happiness had a whole new meaning, and Aiden knew for sure that he was the luckiest boy in the world. And for the first time in his life, Aiden knew he made his Daddy happy, too. Life couldn't get any better.