"Jesus Christ, Jeffrey! You didn't have to haul me out of there like I'm some kid…" Sandy whined as Jeffrey pushed him through the door.
"If you are going to act like a little brat, then I am going to have to treat you like one…" Jeffrey growled. "What did you just call me?" he added, raising an eyebrow, his eyes locked onto Sandy's.
"Umm…" Sandy swallowed nervously, his mouth gone completely dry at the question. "Daddy…" he squeaked.
"No…" Jeffrey said firmly. "No, you didn't…" He gave Sandy a glare that made him shiver slightly. "And now I have to add lying to the list of things that I'm going to punish you for…"
"Daddy… Please… I…" Sandy wiped his sweaty palms on the fabric of his jeans. "I didn't mean…"
"Get your clothes off, Sandy!" Jeffrey growled. "Now!"
Sandy pulled his shirt off slowly over his head, before sitting down on the bed and untying his shoes. He pulled them off one by one, followed by his socks. He stood back up and unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans, pulling them off as well. He pushed his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, hesitant to pull them off.
"I don't have all day Sandy!" Jeffrey barked.
Sandy looked over at Jeffrey, still hesitating, unconsciously rubbing his thumbs over the red silk.
Jeffrey lowered his eyes to Sandy's crotch. "What?" He said. "You think that I can't tell through the fabric?" He smiled, moving his eyes back up to look into Sandy's. "I don't even have to touch you, do I? Just the thought of getting spanked is enough to make you hard…"
Sandy inhaled sharply and forced his boxers down, Jeffrey's words arousing him even more.
Jeffrey sat in the chair by the bed, his cock hardening at the sight of Sandy naked in front of him. "Now get over my knee…" he ordered.
Sandy swallowed nervously again before quickly licking his lips. He moved into position over Jeffrey's knee and inhaled sharply, again.
"I told you Sandy… To stop breaking the law…" Jeffrey said. "I told you, and you didn't listen… You never listen, Sandy… Sometimes I wonder if you get yourself into trouble just to make me angry…" He grabbed the paddle and moved it slowly over Sandy's ass. "Am I right, Sandy?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you that much of a pain slut?"
Sandy squirmed on Jeffrey's leg. Why did he always have to talk so much? Why couldn't he just hit him like he was supposed to? "I was just…" Sandy said, swallowing nervously again. "I… I was just trying to have a little fun… I mean… I'm good at it…"
"If you were good at it…" Jeffrey said, still rubbing the paddle over him. "You wouldn't've gotten caught…"
"I won't do it again…" Sandy said.
"Won't do it again?" Jeffrey asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or won't get caught?"
"Won't… Get… Caught…" Sandy said.
Jeffrey brought the paddle down hard on Sandy's ass.
Sandy yelped in response.
"Wrong answer!" Jeffrey said sternly, bringing the paddle down on him again and again.
Sandy wriggled on Jeffrey's leg in a futile attempt to escape the slaps, biting into his bottom lip to keep himself from screaming.
Jeffrey continued relentlessly, increasing the force and frequency of the slaps as he tangled the fingers of his other hand into Sandy's hair, gripping it tightly in an attempt to keep him still.
"DADDY!" Sandy screamed, unable to hold in his pain any longer.
"What?" Jeffrey asked, continuing to hit him harder and harder.
"Daddy… Stop… Please… I'll be good…" Sandy cried, his face by now streaked with tears.
"You always say that…" Jeffrey said. "Why should I believe you this time?" He stopped hitting for a moment, waiting on an answer.
Sandy panted, just trying to catch his breath, though he didn't have much time to do so, because before he was able to answer, Jeffery was hitting him again.
"I asked you a question, Sandy!" he bellowed, tightening his grip on Sandy's hair.
"I'll be a good boy, Daddy!" Sandy cried out.
"You promise?" Jeffrey asked.
"Yes…" Sandy said. "Yes… Daddy… Please…"
Jeffery began to hit Sandy even harder.
Sandy jerked on Jeffery's leg until his cries escalated into full-fledged sobs. "Daddy! Daddy! Please!" He managed, in between gasping breaths.
Jeffrey smiled. He loved it when Sandy got that way. It always made his cock so hard to hear it. To see it. He put the paddle aside and pushed Sandy off of him, throwing him roughly onto the ground.
Sandy scrambled to get onto his knees. He looked up at Jeffrey, his chest still heaving with gasping sobs.
Jeffrey cuffed Sandy's hands behind his back, and then sat down on the bed in front of him. "You know what I want, Sandy…" he said. "I shouldn't have to ask for it…"
"Daddy…" Sandy gasped. "My hands… I… I can't…"
Jeffrey slapped Sandy harshly across the face. "Then figure out a way!" he growled.
Sandy winced before latching his mouth onto Jeffrey's crotch, trying as best he could to suck him through the fabric of his jeans.
Jeffrey groaned slightly at the sensation. He sat still for a few moments, letting Sandy continue before finally unzipping his jeans.
Sandy's mouth seemed to salivate at the sight of Jeffery's hard cock in front of him, his eyes widening in delight.
"Well…" Jeffrey growled. "What are you waiting for?"
Sandy moved his mouth onto Jeffrey's cock, slowly swirling his tongue over the head before taking him in deeper.
Jeffrey groaned again, much louder this time, as he tangled his fingers in Sandy's hair, pulling at it roughly.
Sandy moaned over Jeffrey's cock, causing his throat to vibrate around it.
It didn't take very long for Jeffrey to cum, already having been so turned on by spanking Sandy. He groaned loudly as he shot down Sandy's throat.
Sandy swallowed every last drop before moving his mouth off of Jeffrey's cock, and looking up at him.
Jeffrey lied back on the bed for a few moments before pulling Sandy to his feet and uncuffing him. He pushed him down onto the bed and cuffed his hand to the headboard.
Sandy winced, squirming as his still tender flesh scraped against the rough wool fabric of the comforter.
Jeffrey grabbed another pair of handcuffs and cuffed Sandy's other hand, before stepping back. He zipped his jeans back up and smirked. "Now…" he said. "You think about what you've done…"
Sandy's eyes widened. Was Jeffrey just going to leave him there? "Daddy? What? I…" he mumbled, struggling against the cuffs. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be back soon…" Jeffrey said, grabbing his keys off the nightstand before heading out the door.
"Daddy!" Sandy cried out. Oh no. He was not doing this to him. He would not… Or would he? He wouldn't just leave… He was probably just in the living room or something… He wouldn't leave the house. No… He wouldn't. Sandy tried to stop thinking. He squirmed on the bed trying to make himself more comfortable, but found himself unable to. He was still so sore from the spanking and his cock was painfully, painfully hard. "Daddy…" he called out again, but received no answer. He sighed frustratedly before resting his head on the pillow. Jeffrey really did know how to punish him.