Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 17

17

Kit

I was conscious of the band aid at almost all times for the rest of that evening. It felt like a mark Parker had left on me, like the constant weight of his finger rubbing salve into my burn.

It comforted me. But it also reminded me how bad I’d been. Despite Parker’s reassurance that I hadn’t destroyed anything, I couldn’t get the feeling of my badness to go away.

I needed to make up for it somehow. I needed more to be done. It made me restless down deep inside.

He had wrapped me in a blanket, taken away my wet socks, and warmed me up. I had the best daddy ever. But I still felt distant.

As I started to fall asleep, Parker said, “Bedtime for tired boys.”

“Yes, sir.” I pushed the blanket aside and followed him upstairs.

I was slow to approach him to let him undress me.

“Kit baby, come here.”

I bowed my head and stood where I was.

“Hey, now. This isn’t still about the fire, is it?”

Slowly, I nodded.

Parker sat at the end of the bed and held out his arms. “Come here now.”

I dragged my feet. Finally, I stood before him. He put his hands at my waist and looked up at me.

“This is going to be put to rest right now.”

I blinked, biting my lip.

“We took care of everything, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I showed you how nothing was damaged except a tiny burn on your knee.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I explained how accidents happen like that.”

“You told me not to touch.” My face heated. My voice was hoarse.

“That’s true. And you did touch. But you learned your lesson.”

Finally, I blurted, “I feel like I need more, Daddy.”

Parker’s facial muscles went slack. His mouth opened. He looked at me with a harder eye, now.

“Elaborate.” The word came out as an order.

“I feel like I still need to fix it. What I did. I need to make amends.”

“I am beginning to understand.”

The tightness inside me subsided a little. If Parker understood, he could make everything better.

“But,” he continued. “You need to help show me what that might look like so I will know. So I can help you.”

I took a step forward. I put my hands on his shoulders. “I was bad and I know deep inside I need to be punished.”

Then I shoved his hands off my shoulders and bent, draping myself face down across his lap. My feet touched the ground behind me. My arms dangled in front. I pushed my ass up into the air as much as I could.

“I deserve a spanking.” I kept my voice low. “As red as you can, Daddy, to make me remember.”

Parker let out a small groaning sound.

“Can you, Daddy? Can you spank me?”

Parker cleared his throat. Very firmly, he said, “Boys who ask for spankings must take their pants off, first.”

“Yes, sir.” I rose up and stood in front of him.

His eyes were dark with a look I’d never seen before. He watched intently, not helping this time, as I pushed my sweats over my hips, taking my underwear with them.

I kicked them off, then reached up to the hem of my sweater.

“Stop.” Parker put his hand up, palm out. “Leave the sweater on. Just your bottom half needs to be bare.”

My cock started to fill. Being half undressed made it seem like I was even more naked.

Parker slid back on the mattress, his legs still hanging off it, and gestured to me. “Over my lap, now.”

“Yes, sir.” My body started quivering, but not from cold.

I obeyed, placing myself over his lap. My cock dangled between his legs. I used my legs to push my ass up.

A warm palm pressed down on one ass cheek. Parker’s other hand rested at the center of my back.

“Stay still, baby boy.”

“Make it red, Daddy.”

Parker stroked his hand over both my cheeks, making my skin heat all over. His hand was warm, the fingers pressing firm like I needed.

“Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand left my skin. I pressed my lips tightly together in preparation.

The first slap was a test. Not light, but not too hard. It didn’t hurt. I reached down and grasped his calf with one hand to keep myself balanced and still.

“Do you need this, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. I need it. More.”

The second smack stung. But not enough.

“Okay?”

“I deserve it harder, Daddy.”

“Hmm, yes, I see that.”

Another smack came. This one rang through my body. My cheeks actually spread under the firmness of that one.

“Is it red?” I gasped.

Parker surprised me with his reply. “Not red enough.”

“I need to feel it all night long. The heat of it, Daddy.”

“I understand. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

More spanks came. The speed increased. Suddenly, my skin was on fire just as I’d desired. I was the burning log rolling away from the hearth. Flames ignited on my ass with each smack. My cock hardened, seeking touch. I was trapped. I could do nothing but take my punishment.

As it should be.

I lost count of the spanks. Tears filled my eyes as the sting grew with every hit. Then they stopped. The hand stroked my seared flesh back and forth.

“Beautiful,” Parker said. “Nice and red.”

I gasped for breath, moaning.

Parker continued to rub against the abused flesh, lightly pinching, fingers delving into the crack.

“You will feel that tonight as you sleep,” he said.

It was awful. And wonderful. Exactly what I wanted. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And you won’t touch the fire ever again.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

I started to stand but he pressed down on my back.

His hand went to my thighs, pushing them apart. Fingers played along the soft flesh there, lightly brushing my balls.

My cock dangled thick and erect, helpless.

Parker played with me that way for a long time. Finally, his hand closed over my cock and gripped, moving down.

I nearly choked. “Daddy!”

“What have we here, baby boy?”

“It just happened.” I gritted my teeth.

He milked downward again. My cockhead felt a little jolt and I dripped.

“It just happened, eh? What a naughty boy you are, Kit. It just happened?” He milked faster.

“Oh Daddy.”

“Is this what you needed, bad baby? A red ass and a firm hand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Another stroke. Another burst of precum.

“And you’ll never do it again?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I wiggled my ass.

“Stay still, baby. You aren’t to move until I say.” He squeezed my cock.

“Uhn!”

“No moving now. Let Daddy do what Daddy has to do.”

“Uhhh.”

“Look at what a naughty boy you are.” Stroke. Squeeze. Milk.

“I’m very bad, Daddy.” I could barely squeak out the words.

“And you need this. Look what you’re making me have to do.”

My body was like a hot delicacy unfolding, the flame of my ass the centerpiece, my cock the main course.

“Such a naughty boy,” Parker kept repeating.

We were in sync. The words turned us both on. That was the beauty of the energy between us.

His hand was perfect. So good as it stroked downward. Making me pulse. My cock throbbed. His hand moved faster.

“Look at that bad boy coming for Daddy. Coming hard for Daddy.”

I let out a strangled cry.

The orgasm took me, my whole body shaken to the core as I squirted my seed at the floor.

“Daddy, Daddy!”

“That’s it, bad boy. Look what you made me do. Look what you just did. So naughty.”

In a shaky voice, “I couldn’t help it.”

All at once, Parker put his hands beneath me and lifted me up. I went to my feet as he stood. Then he picked me up. My bare legs went around his waist.

“Let’s go clean you up now.”

In the bathroom, he started the faucet in the bath.

“A bath, Daddy?”

“Yes. I have to make sure you’re completely clean.”

Yes, please. I bit down on a grin.

He added bubbles to the bath, sweetly scented. He got out towels and washcloths, then turned and lifted the sweater over my head.

When I was naked, he ran his hands all over me.

“Get in now.”

I stepped into the warm, flowing water. When it first hit my ass, it stung. I hissed.

“Slowly, now,” Parker said.

It all felt so good. Parker’s hands were quickly in the suds, soap in hand, as the water continued to pour into the tub.

Finally, he shut it off and dutifully began to clean me. I wanted to play, but he was firm.

“No playing this time. Baby boy, you need to be cleaned. Toys will come later.”

My face and eyes warmed. He was so bossy. I loved it.

He used the cloth everywhere, under my arms, on my cock and between my ass cheeks. He made me turn over and stick my ass up out of the water so he could assess it.

“Hmm, nice and red. That’s good,” he said.

He rubbed the cloth over it, none too gently, until I was gasping.

When he was done, he ordered me out of the tub.

I stood dripping while he dried me off and dressed me in my PJs.

“Now straight to bed, baby,” he ordered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I got into our big bed. For a long time, I was alone. Daddy didn’t come out of the bathroom until it was all clean, I assumed.

Now, he approached the bed naked and hard.

He turned off the lamp and got in beside me.

My entire body tingled with pleasure and warmth. And cleanliness. I felt put in my place. Like I could finally relax.

Parker put his hand on my chest. “All right now, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Perfect.”

“Can you sleep now?”

I didn’t answer.

The covers moved. Parker butted up to my side, all hot, all man. I heard the slick motion of him stroking his hard cock.

“Do you need to suck before sleep, baby?”

Did I ever. “Yes, please.” I couldn’t quite catch my breath as I sat up and reached in the dark for his cock, which he was holding up to me.

I bent down as he framed the base and took it into my mouth, sinking down on it in utter bliss and comfort. Sucking.