Chapter Fifteen

Jasha

W ith his hands on his hips, Jasha stood , keeping himself from laughing as he considered the consequences of his actions. “I’ll take the spanking.”

“Let’s go to the spanking room.”

“Spanking room?” Jasha’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the unexpected revelation of a special place for his choice of punishment.

“Just a room where I’ll discipline you. I don’t want to do this to you in a room we use.”

“Why not?” The idea of a special room didn’t sit well with Jasha. It conjured up all sorts of terrifying images in his mind. The spanking over a knee wasn’t scary, but the thought of entering a spanking room of horrors certainly was. As it was, his overactive imagination led him to see things others couldn’t even fathom.

“Because I don’t want you constantly replaying the memory of your punishment.”

“Aren’t you going to use your hand?” Before he scared himself to death, Jasha wanted to double-check to be sure.

“Yes. Don’t you trust me to do as I said I would? Follow me and keep quiet. Think about why you’re going to be punished.”

Jasha followed Kaleb through the dimly lit hallways, his footsteps echoing softly against the wooden floors. The house seemed to stretch endlessly, each corridor longer than the last. They reached the first flight of stairs, and Jasha hesitated for a moment, glancing up at the shadowy ascent.

“Are you sure we need to go up there?” Jasha asked.

Kaleb turned to him with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Jasha. It’s just an attic. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Jasha nodded, though his heart still pounded in his chest. He swore scaring him on the way to the attic was part of the punishment. He had never been to any attic before, and the thought of what might lurk up there sent goose bumps over his skin. They climbed the second flight of stairs, the creaking steps adding to the eerie atmosphere.

“Do you think there could be…ghosts?” Jasha whispered, trying to keep his voice steady.

Kaleb laughed. “Ghosts? In my house? I don’t think so. But if there were, I’d protect you.”

Jasha managed a tiny smile at Kaleb’s words, feeling a bit more at ease. They continued up the second flight of stairs, the air growing cooler as they ascended. The long hallways seemed to close in around them, and Jasha couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.

“Kaleb, what if we find something up there?” Jasha asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kaleb paused and looked back at him, his expression serious. “Then we’ll face it together. You’re not alone, Jasha.”

Jasha took a deep breath, drawing strength from Kaleb’s confidence. They reached the third flight of stairs, and Jasha’s legs felt heavy with both anticipation and fear. The door to the attic loomed ahead, slightly ajar, as if inviting them in.

“Ready?” Kaleb asked, his hand resting on the doorknob.

Jasha nodded, his heart racing. “Ready.”

When Kaleb pushed the door open, Jasha could hear the creaking of the rusty hinges, adding to the sense of nervous anticipation, but knowing with Kaleb by his side, he could face anything. Jasha was expecting to see a spanking dungeon filled with paddles and belts. His imagination ran wild, conjuring up vivid images and horrific scenarios.

As Jasha stepped into the attic, the air grew cooler and carried a faint scent of aged wood and dust. The walls, once painted a pale yellow, had faded over the years. The floorboards, uneven and worn, creaked under their weight, each step echoing through the quiet space. Boxes of various sizes were stacked haphazardly, some labeled with dates, and others left to the imagination. An antique trunk, its leather straps brittle, held something from the past.

In one corner, an antique rocking chair creaked gently, as if moved by an unseen hand. The faint light from a small round window casted eerie shadows.

“Wow, this place is huge,” Jasha whispered, his eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear.

Kaleb nodded, stepping farther into the room. “Yeah, it’s like a time capsule. My family has been storing things up here for generations.”

Jasha’s gaze wandered to an old ornate mirror leaning against the wall. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of movement in its glass, but when he looked directly at it, there was nothing there.

“Did you see that?” Jasha asked.

Kaleb glanced at the mirror and then back at Jasha. “It’s just your imagination, Jasha. There’s nothing to be afraid of except a good old-fashioned spanking.”

Jasha took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Despite the eerie atmosphere, there was the spanking he had almost forgotten about.

“Spank me now,” Jasha demanded out of fear of being in the attic a moment longer.

“Don’t dictate to me. You’re here because you earned a spanking. I want you across my knee. I’m going to sit on that chair in the middle. That’s the spanking chair.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m going to use my hand. If I hurt you too much, just say red. That means you’re hurting too much.”

Jasha nodded, though he had no idea why he’d need to say red from a hand spanking, but he trusted that Daddy Kaleb knew what he was doing. He scanned the walls to see if any spanking paddles or implements were hanging, but none were. It was just a high stool with a padded back and seat without arms. It must have been made for giving spankings because he had never seen one quite like this.

Daddy Kaleb sat down on the stool. “Stand in front of me. Hands behind your back.”

Jasha dutifully followed the directions given to him, without questioning or hesitating.

“Breaking any of my rules is a serious offense. I will always give you a choice of two punishments. You’ll use the word red to stop if it is too painful. If that occurs, your punishment will default back to the alternative one. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy Kaleb.” Jasha couldn’t focus on him, as his mind was preoccupied with the unsettling thought of something in the attic about to burst out.

“You will be spanked on your bare ass. So, come closer and I’ll unzip your jeans and pull them down. Then you will lie across my lap. Do you understand my directions?”

“Yes, Daddy Kaleb.” Jasha moved closer to him and waited.

He unzipped Jasha’s jeans and shoved them to his ankles.

Jasha bent over Daddy Kaleb’s lap, his face burning with shame for breaking the rules. But the motion of bending over Daddy Kaleb’s lap also made his cock swell.

Damn it! Why am I so turned on? Now he knows I like it when he takes me over his knee.

“Hands to the floor,” Daddy Kaleb ordered.

Jasha pushed his hands down, so they were resting flat. A feeling of dread mixed with sexual excitement washed over him as he anticipated what was about to happen.

The first hard slap to his ass cheeks fell suddenly, with no verbal warning. Jasha flinched. Daddy Kaleb kept vigorously slapping Jasha’s ass. As each strike landed, the sting lasted longer, intensifying the pain in the earlier spots. This position made him feel like a naughty little boy. It was very sexual laying across Daddy Kaleb’s lap with his bare ass exposed. He had four more swats coming, and he hoped he didn’t cum all over him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy Kaleb. I won’t break your rules anymore.”

“Are my rules crazy?” With his frustration building, Daddy Kaleb delivered a loud smack to Jasha’s ass for the seventh time, the sound echoing through the room.

“No, Daddy Kaleb.”

“Why do you have rules?” As he landed the eighth blow, Jasha winced at the stinging sensation on his backside.

“For my protection, sir.”

“Who decides your punishment for breaking rules?” The ninth time Daddy Kaleb slammed his hand against his ass, Jasha winced at the sharp pain and the echo it created.

“You do, sir.”

“Remember who is in charge of you? It’s not you.” The tenth blow left a lasting sting and throbbing pain.

Daddy Kaleb gently lifted Jasha to his feet and carefully adjusted his jeans and underwear, ensuring they were properly zipped.

As he rose from his seat, he scooped Jasha up into his arms, stroking his hair. “Please don’t put yourself and others in danger again. I’ll find your father. Don’t worry. I’ll make him come back so you can see him.”

Tears streamed down Jasha’s face, a mix of pain from the spanking and hope from Daddy Kaleb’s promise to reunite him with his father.

Daddy Kaleb pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and handed it to Jasha. “Suck on this.”

Jasha laughed but did as he was told.

“You know I’ll suck you any time, Daddy Kaleb.”

“And I want to do that to you tonight. I have to do some work with Arlo, so you and Frankie can hang out before we go snowmobile riding. Use your phone to contact him. He’s in the house.”

“Can we get out of this place?”

Daddy Kaleb took his hand and led him out of the attic.