“Five minutes? Five fucking minutes?” I pretended to be offended. “I ought to smack your bottom and send you to bed without supper. Five fucking minutes! I’ll have you know I can manage at least six!”
“Thank you for that mental image,” Jade snapped back with a grin. “But seriously, Dad, go. Have fun, or whatever. I’ll be fine. I’ll just put some noise-cancelling headphones on and try and picture fluffy bunnies!”
“Fuck off,” I said, smiling. “Just for that I’m going to be extra loud! I’ll test those headphones noise-cancelling abilities, just see if I don’t!”
“Fuck off, Dad,” she smiled at me. I stood up and kissed her on her forehead. As I turned to leave, she smacked me, lightly, on the butt. “Go get ’em, tiger,” she said.
“Grrr,” I grinned over my shoulder, pawing the air like a kitten. Then, putting an extra sashay into my stride, I left the room.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she called after me.
“That leaves a shit-ton of scope,” I called back.
Julian was in the bed, sitting up and reading a book on Operation Pedestal, the Allied operation to bring food and supplies to Malta during World War II, that he’d found on my bedside cabinet. As I walked in, he closed the book and put it down. “I didn’t lose your place,” he said, pointing at the bookmark.
“Oh, well, that’s good,” I replied and smiled at him.
“So,” Julian looked a little sadly at me, “I take it that was your daughter?” I nodded. “Should I go? I guess you’ve got a few things to talk about?”
“We did,” I replied. “Jade’s a good kid and far more worldly-wise than I was at her age. She gets it.”
“Well, actually, I got it,” Julian replied. “Very well, too.”
“What is it with you kids and being disrespectful to us old folks,” I asked with a smile. “Honestly. What your generation needs is less molly-coddling and more being put across your parents’ knees and spanked.”
“Ooh, promises, promises,” Julian said and fluttered his eyelashes. “Is that what you want to do, Daddy? Spank my naughty little bottom?”
“I’d rather do something else to your naughty little bottom,” I replied and dropped the dressing gown I was wearing.
“Ooh! Yet more promises! You spoil me, Daddy,” Julian said.
“Get your sarcastic arse in the air,” I said, as I slid my boxers over my hips and they fell to the floor, exposing my hardening cock. “Right, the fuck, now!”
Julian’s eyes sparkled. “Ooh, yes, Daddy,” he said and flipped himself over, pulling the duvet off him at the same time. I closed my bedroom door and, for the first time in my life, regretted that it didn’t have a lock on it. Then I made my way over to the bed, crawled up behind Julian and smacked his arse cheek, lightly. “That’s for being a naughty boy,” I said in a very non-serious tone.
Julian wiggled his arse. “Ooh, sorry, Daddy,” he called out. “Please don’t punish me, Daddy. Please. I’ll be ever such a good boy from now on, Daddy!”
“Good boys don’t tempt Daddy,” I said, smacking his other cheek.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You should be,” I said, smacking both cheeks. “Just look at this little bottom. So right for spanking. Each cheek just fits, so nicely, in Daddy’s hands.” As if to prove this, I gripped his butt cheeks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What should I do with you,” I said. This role-playing thing was nothing new to me. Sarah and I had played the daddy/daughter game many times. I still wondered about their relationship every so often. Martin never struck me as the kind of guy who would do that sort of thing to his daughter, but still…
“Punish me, Daddy,” Julian said. “I’ve been so naughty, Daddy. I got out my little bottom and let all the other boys play with it, Daddy. Even my teacher wanted to play with it. And I let them, Daddy. I knew it was your bottom, Daddy, but I wanted to let them play with me. So I did, Daddy. And now I need to be punished!”
“You’re a dirty little slutty boy,” I growled. “Let me see. Let Daddy see what those other boys and your dirty teacher have done to my little boy.” I leaned down and kissed his butt cheeks. “Did they hurt you, little slut boy?”
“Yes, Daddy. They all hurt me.” There was a depressing truth in Julian’s voice at this, but I’m not a shrink, so I didn’t try to find out more.
“Nasty little boys,” I said. “Let Daddy make it all better.” At which point, I kissed his buttocks again. Light, feathery kisses across his bum and around the bumhole.
“Mmm, Daddy,” Julian moaned. “That feels better already.”
“Good,” I whispered and then kissed his butt-hole. I stuck out my tongue and tickled the rosebud and Julian gasped and bucked away for a moment. “Did I hurt you,” I asked him. “Did Daddy hurt my little boy?”
“No, Daddy,” Julian replied. “You are making me feel so much better, now.”
I didn’t reply with words. Instead, I licked the rosebud again, before sliding my tongue inside. I could still taste my own cum, lining the walls of his arse, but I’d swallowed much cum over the past decade and a half or more – my own included. It wasn’t a taste that bothered me at all.
Julian simply groaned. “Oh, yes, Daddy,” he half-whispered. “So good – you’re so good to me, Daddy.”
I licked and sucked on Julian’s arse for some minutes, alternating my tongue with multiple fingers. He didn’t need to be prepared like this, I knew, but I wanted to be gentle. In my mind, too many people had not been gentle to Julian, myself included the first time I took his arse. I was determined to be different this time.
I placed my hand on his buttock and was horrified when there was a slight flinch from Julian. It confirmed what I thought I knew; people had hurt this kid in the past.
Testing something, I clapped my hands together, just once, inches from his arse. The flinch was more pronounced this time.
Christ I felt like the worlds’ biggest twat! Even though I wasn’t to know, the clues had been there but I – like so many other guys – had been totally focussed on my own enjoyment and hadn’t been paying attention to my partner. Well, I was determined to fix that, as best I could.
I caressed his arse cheeks and kissed them, lightly, once again. After an initial tensing, Julian seemed to ease a little, but still seemed constantly on the verge of clenching his arse every time I got near to his hole.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I moved away and lay down next to him.
Instantly, Julian turned to me. “What’s up, Daddy,” he asked. “What have I done to upset you? Whatever it is, I am so sorry, Daddy. Please let me make it up to you, Daddy. I want you to love me. Love me like you do, Daddy.”
He wasn’t talking to me. I could see it. His eyes were slightly glazed over and he seemed to be repeating lines he had said many times. I wondered if he was really talking to his father or someone he just called Daddy. To be honest, it didn’t matter.
Julian, seeing no immediate reaction, dropped his head and pushed himself down the bed until his face was level with my still-hard cock. He moved to take me inside and I was about to let him. I love blowjobs almost as much as fucking and even now, as I had resolved not to have this kid hurt any longer whilst he was with me, I still nearly let my own pleasure take priority.