Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“That’s it, Pup,” he praised. “You’re being such a good boy. Now I want you to suck on me while I figure out what to wear to this barbecue.”
Brody gave him a curious look. “What do you mean? It’s warm outside. Won’t you just wear a pair of shorts and a T-shirt?”
“Not what clothes I’m going to wear, Pup,” he told him. “What face I’m going to put on today.”
Understanding filled Brody’s face. “Smart.”
“I am, but I appreciate you noticing,” the Fox replied.
Brody rolled his eyes again. He was being a little brat, wasn’t he?
And they both knew what happened to naughty boys in this house.
“That’s twice you’ve rolled your eyes at me, Pup. Now, once can be written off as a lapse in judgment. But twice, well, I think that must mean that you need something from me. Something I am only too happy to provide.”
The Fox smiled at his boy, and Brody swallowed heavily. “Not to mention that you don’t have my cock in your mouth, like I told you to.”
Brody quickly took the Fox’s cock into his mouth, sliding it down deep. But Brody’s effort was too little, too late as far as the Fox was concerned.
Besides, it was his job to provide whatever his boy needed. Whether that was a new computer, new clothes, or a sore bottom.
He was definitely a giver.
Maybe he should get that written on his tombstone.
The Fox.
Known as a giver (sometimes a taker).
He’d give you what you needed.
A spanking.
Death to all your enemies.
A sparkly pink motorbike.
Hmm, something to think about.
“Get up,” the Fox ordered. “Take off your pants and boxers, then bend over the desk.”
“Um, well, don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?” Brody protested.
The Fox stood and folded his arms over his chest, staring down at Brody, who was still kneeling. “Who is in charge right now?”
“You are, Sir.”
“That’s right. So you should be doing as I say, shouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brody got up and undid his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down his legs and stepping out of them. He gave the Fox a nervous look before he leaned over the desk, putting his ass on perfect display.
Fuck. His ass was a thing of beauty. The Fox took a moment to take it in before he ran his hand down over one firm globe. He could stare at his boy’s ass for hours. Unfortunately they couldn’t spare that sort of time. They had to get to the barbecue in a couple of hours and he still hadn’t put his face on.
“Right,” the Fox said. “This is going to be quick and to the point.”
Brody cleared his throat nervously. “I still don’t think that I deserve a spanking.”
“You weren’t doing as you were told. And you rolled your eyes at me. Twice. That tells me that you need this.”
“I don’t,” Brody said quickly. “I really don’t.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. Perhaps I’ve been neglecting you lately.”
“You never neglect us,” Brody replied.
“Ahh, that’s so kind,” the Fox told him. “But you’re still getting spanked.”
He ran his finger down between Brody’s ass cheeks before leaning over to open a drawer to pull out some lube and wipes.
Always be prepared.
That was one of his mottos.
Never trust anyone.
Well, he probably had to scratch that one, since he now trusted three people.
Don’t touch an innocent.
Yeah. That was probably the one he lived by the most. He’d only ever killed bad guys.
“The last thing I ever want to do is neglect my Pup. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask.”
“Oh, I know,” Brody replied. “The problem is, sometimes I need to be careful what I ask for. Like that time I said I’d love to pet a giraffe. And you started researching ways to acquire a giraffe.”
“And I very nearly bought one. But you put a stop to it. Right now, we could have a giraffe walking around in our backyard. Although I do think we probably would have needed two. I wouldn’t want them to get lonely.”
“No,” Brody said in a choked voice. “That was my worry too. That one would get lonely. So I don’t think we should get one.”
“Oh, so is that the only reason you said no?” the Fox asked. “In that case—”
“No, no, no,” Brody said. “That isn’t the only reason that I said no. There are lots of reasons I said no. Like all the poop I would have to clean up. You can’t buy a pooper scooper that large.”
“Hmm, that’s actually a really good point. I didn’t think about all the poop,” the Fox mused.
“Well, you know me, always thinking about the poop. I can’t believe I just said that. Why didn’t I say that I always think about logistics? Can we just get on with the spanking? Please.”
“Begging for your punishment? Wow, you must be in need.”