18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Andy

We didn't stay at the cookout much longer. I'd been having fun, but knowing I'd worried Jesse kind of put a damper on the rest of the evening.

I waited until we were in his truck and headed back to his house before bringing up what had happened.

"I really am sorry I scared you. That was very inconsiderate of me, but honestly, I thought I'd be back before you got home."

He looked over at me and held out his hand. I smiled at him and placed mine in his, twining our fingers together.

"I know you didn't mean to scare me." He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "So let's not dwell on what happened. You're okay, and now we have some rules in place to make sure it doesn't happen again. We're good."

"I don't feel like we are. I feel like I messed up, and you should be much more angry with me than you are," I admitted.

"So what you're telling me is I've told you it's okay, but you're still feeling guilty?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Not guilty so much as disappointed in myself. I should've texted you where I was going, or left a note, or at the very least kept track of my phone. I hate that I scared you, especially after the whole car fire thing. I should have known better."

"Okay. And what if I could do something about those feelings?"

Do something about those feelings? What could he possibly do? He'd already done his part. He'd explained how he felt and then gave me some rules. Rules I shouldn't have needed in the first place because, really, they're just common sense. But still, after scaring him half to death, the least I could do was hear him out.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Have you ever had a spanking?"

"A spanking? Like a real spanking? Not like a fun spanking?" I sounded like an idiot. Real spanking, fun spanking, what the fuck Andy.

He chuckled. "Yes, Andy, like a real spanking. I think an appropriate punishment might help you release some of those feelings. What do you think?"

I didn't know what I thought, so instead of answering his question, I asked another one. "And you think a spanking is an appropriate punishment? Cause I'm not so sure."

"Well, the good news is you don't have to be sure because I am. And I'm the Daddy."

"What if I don't like it?"

"Baby boy, it's punishment. You aren't supposed to like it. But there's a difference in not liking it and it being too much, which is why if we're going to go there, you'll need a safe word."

"Like pineapple?"

He shook his head and chuckled at my silliness. "It can be pineapple if you really want it to be, or you can pick something else."

He pulled the truck into his driveway but didn't get out. Instead, he turned to face me. "What do you think?"

"Honestly?" I asked hesitantly.

"Always."

"I don't know what I think. I mean, I've had my ass slapped during sex a few times, and I liked that just fine, but this? I'm just not sure it'll work."

"We won't know unless we do it. So the question is, are you willing to try?"

"But you're really not mad at me for scaring you?" I asked, just to make sure we were clear on what was going on.

"I'm not mad at all, and I would never have suggested this if I was. I would never put a hand on you if I was angry. And all you have to say is Daddy, spanking is a hard limit for me , and I'll never suggest it again."

"But it might make me feel better?"

"It might."

"Okay, let's try it then."

"Then go inside and go straight to the workout room. Strip all your clothes off and wait for me."

I opened the door and started to get out, but he stopped me. "And, Andy, go through the front door so Seph doesn't see you. You can play with her later. We aren't using her as a distraction to delay what's coming."

I inhaled deeply but nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

I did as he said and went to his workout room. I'd stood there for a minute, taking in all the equipment, trying to figure out why he wanted me to come in here. Probably the weight bench. I guess I was about to find out. I quickly did as he said and pulled my shirt over my head. I felt odd about taking off my pants, but he'd said clothes, so I pushed them down my legs, as well. When he walked in, I was standing there in a pair of black lacy briefs that I'd purposely chosen for when he got home tonight.

He stopped in the doorway and looked at me for a minute, then he shook his head before walking over to stand right in front of me, so close that we were almost touching. He ran his nose down my cheek across to my ear as he reached down and cupped my semi-hard cock.

"These may be my favorite pair yet, but I told you to take all your clothes off, baby boy." He growled in my ear and gave me a squeeze that was just short of painful before stepping back.

He crooked an eyebrow and watched me waiting.

"What if I want you to stop?"

"You say pineapple, and I'll stop."

"I think I'd prefer something else. How about hooligan?" I figured there was no chance I would forget hooligan since I'd thought it was a fun slang term for the multipurpose tool we used at the station.

"Okay, if you want me to stop, say hooligan. How's that?"

I was stalling, and we both knew it, but I took in a deep breath and nodded my head before gripping the waistband of my briefs and pushing them down my thighs.

"Good boy." He walked over to the weight bench and sat down, patting his legs. "Now, come over here and lay across my lap."

I paused for a second, standing there, chewing on my lower lip. I felt slightly worried and a lot silly. I was a grown-ass man. Was I seriously about to lay myself across his lap and let him spank me like a naughty toddler?

He'd said all I had to say was that this was a hard limit for me, and we didn't have to do it. But how did I know if it was a limit if I didn't try it? This hadn't even been on my radar when I set out to find a Daddy, and honestly, I wouldn't have agreed to it with anyone else, but this wasn't anyone else. This was Jesse.

I took in a short breath and released it before walking to him and doing as he said. He shifted me so my cock hung between his legs as he gently rubbed my ass cheeks.

I lay there for a bit as he continued to rub my ass. I was careful to be very still and not to squirm as I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was coming next. Then, with no warning, I heard the first slap. It wasn't hard, and it didn't really hurt at all, but I still gasped and jumped a little as the shock shot through me.

I'd expected it to hurt more, but that wasn't bad at all. I relaxed a little, and he did it again, hard enough to sting, but still nothing too bad. He began to alternate sides, and I focused on the sound and not the sting. It actually wasn't horrible. The repeated spanks on my cheeks and the reverberating sounds were almost hypnotic in a way.

At least they were until he stopped and rubbed my ass in circles again. "Your ass is nice and pink. I think you're all warmed up now, so here we go."

I whipped my head around and looked at him. "That was just a warmup?"

He smirked at me and let out a low, almost sadistic-sounding chuckle, but he didn't say a word as the first real swat came, and I yelped at the force of the impact. He truly began to spank me then, and gone were the lighter little smacks that left a warm, tingling feeling behind. This fucking hurt.

First one cheek and then the other. The sound of his hand hitting my flesh and the pain was almost too much. But just almost. The more he spanked me, the more tender my ass cheeks became, and I thought about tapping out, but then he added words of praise about what a good boy I was and how well I took my spanking.

Smack. "Such a good boy." Smack. "I'm so proud of you." Smack. "Look how pretty your ass looks all red for me."

Time stopped, and there was only this. Me, across Daddy's lap, as he spanked me.

Eventually, the pain became a dull sensation, but the sound of each swat still reverberated through me, and all kinds of emotions welled up inside of me that had nothing to do with what had happened tonight. Instead, all of the mistakes I'd made back in Jersey flashed through my head.

The drinking, the drugs, the parties, the racing, the stupid choices, all of it. The guilt and possible ramifications of so many mistakes all rushed over me like a wave. And to my surprise, a sob ripped through me, and suddenly I was crying uncontrollably.

I wasn't sure when, but at some point, he'd stopped spanking me. He pulled me up off his lap and into his arms, and I sobbed into his chest as he held me. He rubbed my back and whispered reassuring words to me while I let it all out. The sound of his voice and the gentle circles he was making on my skin soothed me as I slowly came back to reality.

When the crying stopped and my ragged breathing had returned to something that was halfway normal, Jesse gently pressed a bottle of water into my hand.

"Drink this."

I did as he said and drank the whole bottle.

"Can you walk to the bathroom? I think you need a nice warm bath after that."

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, sounding as needy as I felt.

"Of course. I'll even get in with you if you want."

"Yes, please. That."

He kissed my forehead gently. "Okay then, a bath it is. You wait here, and I'll start it running. Then I'll come back for you."

"I can make it on my own," I insisted.

"Maybe so, but listen to Daddy and wait here, okay?"

I nodded my head and let him go. He was only gone for a minute, and then he was back. He held out his hand to pull me up. And, big shocker, he'd been right. I was weak-kneed and unsteady on my feet.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked.

"That was you letting shit go, baby boy, and I'm so proud of you."

Jesse

I led him to the bathroom and got him all settled in the bath. Personally, I liked my baths hot, but in this case, hot water would've stung his bottom, so warm would have to do. It just meant we wouldn't be able to stay in very long.

I stripped off my clothes and slid into the tub behind him. When I'd remodeled this bathroom, I'd insisted on a nice soaker tub. I hadn't had anyone to share it with at the time. I'd done it for me so I could do salt baths after a hard workout, but this was for sure a fringe benefit I wasn't mad about.

He relaxed back against me, and I wrapped my arms around him. "How do you feel?"

"Wiped out, but energized. I know that sounds weird." It did sound a little strange, but I didn't tell him that. Everyone came down from subspace in their own way.

"Do you want to talk about what you were feeling?" I asked, keeping my tone gentle. I didn't want to pressure him to share, but I wanted him to know I was here if he needed me.

"I don't think so. It just dug up a lot of old feelings about a lot of stuff I try not to think about anymore, but like you said, it felt different. Like I was letting go of any judgment or guilt I carried."

"Well, if you ever do want to talk, I'm here."

"Thanks, but now I think I just want to sit here and relax and then maybe sleep if that's okay."

"That's more than okay."

The next morning, I woke up to the gentle caress of a finger running up and down my torso.

"Mmm, that feels good, baby boy." My voice was hoarse from sleep, and my vision was still slightly blurry, but waking up with Andy on his side next to me, touching me, was the very best way to start the day.

Or at least I thought it was until he looked up at me with a sexy little grin and said, "I want to taste you, Daddy."

Okay, that was the best way to wake up. "Do you now? Well, don't let me stop you." I put my hands behind my head and watched as he slid down the bed between my legs.

He gave my already hardening cock a few pumps with his fist, and then he leaned down, started at the base of my cock, and licked his way slowly up to the head. He wasn't in any hurry, taking his time to enjoy every inch. I was tempted to take control. To wrap my fingers in his hair and force myself into that hot, wet mouth, but I decided I'd rather let him play.

He repeated that move a few more times, running that amazing tongue of his from the base to the tip each time until, on the last lick up, he lapped up a drop of precum that had accumulated there.

He closed his eyes and ran his tongue around his lips. "Mmm, delicious." He opened his mouth and wrapped those glossy wet lips around the head of my cock and gave it a good hard suck, and I moaned in response.

His mouth was amazing. This was by far the best blow job I'd ever received, and he was just getting started. He wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and started stroking me in conjunction with his mouth as he began to move up and down my hard length. He was sucking and using his tongue as he took my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth each time he went down.

My breathing grew ragged as I fought the urge to come way too soon when I realized he was done playing around. He swallowed my cock all the way to the back of his throat and held it there as he looked up at me. Our eyes locked as he swallowed around the head over and over, sending waves of pleasure up my cock.

"I'm going to come," I warned. He pulled off, and for a second, I was seriously disappointed because I'd really wanted to come down his throat. But that disappointment didn't last long.

He reached down with one hand, took hold of his own cock, and started jerking it as he took in a deep breath and dove back down on my cock, taking it right to the back of his throat just like before.

The sight of him down there getting himself off while his throat convulsed around my cock pushed me over the edge, and I thrust up as my orgasm coursed through me and emptied myself down his throat. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest leaking out of his mouth. He was messy and sweaty and the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

When I was finished, he slipped off my softening shaft and started tugging on his cock in short, fast jerks, giving a twist when he reached the tip.

I could have stopped him and told him I would take care of that for him, but in my orgasm-induced haze, I was mesmerized by the sight of him.

It didn't take him long before he threw back his head and let out a deep groan as he shot his load all over my stomach. When he was finished, I reached for him and pulled him down on top of me.

"That was how every morning should start." I let out a long breath and wrapped my arms around him.

"With a blow job?" he asked.

"With an orgasm. Doesn't really matter how it happens. I'm not picky."

His body shook against me as he let out a little laugh. "Good to know. I'll try to remember that."