Page 78 of Knox's Boy

"Tell me the affirmations,” I instructed, my voice low near his ear. "Do you remember them?”

He nodded, looking at me. I could feel goosebumps on his skin.

“Go on, then.”

"I deserve money, love, safety, and happiness," he said, voice trembling slightly.

"Again. Like you believe it."

"I deserve money, love, safety, and happiness," he repeated, stronger this time, although he was still utterly embarrassed, which was delightful.

“Good boy. Next one. I will trust Daddy to provide and guide me."

"I will trust Daddy to provide and guide me." His voice steadied, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror.

"Good job, baby boy. Look at yourself when you're saying them. Next one, I don't need to carry the world on my shoulders."

"I don't need to carry the world on my shoulders," he said, lower this time, but still like he believed it.

I watched the tension drain from him, replaced by that beautiful, peaceful submission. His shoulders relaxed under my hands, head tilting back slightly to rest against my chest. In the mirror, I saw what we were together, the structure he craved, the purpose I needed.

"Good boy," I murmured against his hair, feeling him melt further into my embrace. "My good, sweet boy. How are you feeling? How did it make you feel?"

“Embarrassed. But good. Happy that you care for me,” he said, his cheeks a little flushed. I smiled.

"Good. That's exactly how I want you to feel. Now," I said, still holding his gaze in the mirror, "we need to address what happened earlier."

***

I let my hand slide from his shoulder to his back, a gentle pressure guiding him away from the mirror and toward the leather armchair in the corner of the library. He went on easily.

"You've been doubting your place here, doubting that you deserve what I choose to give you." I sat down, adjusting my posture to make my intentions clear. "And for that, boy, you've earned yourself a spanking."

A flush spread across Florian's cheeks, his breathing quickening. I watched the subtle shift in his eyes, apprehension mingling with anticipation, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Yes, Daddy," he whispered, his voice carrying that delicious note of surrender.

"Jeans down. Underwear too." I kept my voice level despite the heat building in my core. This wasn't about my pleasure. Not primarily, at least. This was about boundaries, structure, consequence.

Florian's fingers trembled slightly as he unfastened his jeans, pushing them down along with his black boxer briefs. He stood before me, half-naked, his cock already half-hard, vulnerable. Beautiful.

"Over my knee," I instructed, patting my thigh.

He draped himself across my lap with ease, settling into position. I took a moment to appreciate the view, the curve ofhis spine, the soft swell of his buttocks, the way his blond hair fell forward over his face as he braced himself. He was hard against my thigh. I rested my palm against his back, feeling the warmth of his skin, the slight tremor that ran through him in anticipation. "This is a reminder, Florian. A reminder that your doubts and fears belong to me as much as your pleasure does. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." His voice was muffled against his arm.

I raised my hand and brought it down firmly on his right cheek, and he moaned, that naughty little thing. I chuckled, shaking my head slightly.

I established a rhythm, alternating cheeks, watching as the pale skin flushed pink, then deepened to a warm red. Florian was shifting on my lap, his breathing heavier. Small sounds escaped his throat with each impact, not quite moans, not quite whimpers. I could feel him fully hard now, pressing insistently against my thigh, his hips making tiny, probably unconscious movements.

"D-Daddy!" His voice cracked. I didn't stop, landing the spanks slightly harder, across both cheeks, watching the shudder that ran through his entire body. He’d let himself go fully into it, that taut little body arching and twisting with every stroke of my hand. Every slap erasing everything except the sensations I was giving him: the warmth, the humiliation, the safety.

My palm tingled hot, but I wanted the lesson to burn longer. Occupational hazard.

I slowed, the next spank softer, my hand lingering on his skin. “You’re doing so well for me, baby,” I murmured, dragging myfingertips over the heat I’d raised. “You’re such a good boy, no matter what your head says. I’m the only judge of that. Say it.”

“I’m a good boy, Daddy,” he whispered, voice thick.