Page 23 of Master Daddy

The lock clicks.

And my heart starts racing.

Mason reaches into his bag and pulls out a small, smooth wooden paddle. It’s beautiful—dark walnut, polished, with a sturdy handle. My mouth falls open in a little gasp.

“Oh… you brought that,” I say, my eyes wide like saucers.

“Figured my hand might need a break,” Mason laughs, tapping the paddle against his palm with a soft thwack. “Strip, Luke. Then stand in front of the big mirror. Hands behind your head. I want to see an obedient and naked boy on display for his Master.”

The command sends a rush of heat straight to my core.

I obey, cheeks burning, peeling off my top and shorts until I’m standing naked, fully on show for my strong, decidedly wicked Daddy.

The wall-to-wall mirrors reflect me from every angle—flushed, breathing fast, body on full display.

I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Aroused.

Mason steps behind me, tall and commanding. “Clench your ass cheeks. Hard. Then thrust your hips forward. Hold for three seconds. Then again.”

I start the movement, squeezing my glutes tight and pushing my hips out. It feels silly at first. I catch my own reflection and a giggle bubbles up as my cock bounces and flops around with each thrust.

Mason’s hand comes down fast—crack!—the paddle landing squarely on my right cheek.

“Focus,” Mason growls. “No giggling. This is training.”

The sting blooms hot and sharp. I whimper but obey, clenching and thrusting again. He corrects my form with the paddle, light swats when my hips drop, firmer ones when I lose tension.

Over and over I clench and thrust, the mirror showing every jiggle, every twitch. My ass grows hotter with each measured smack. The burn sinks deep into the muscle, waking up my glutes and hip flexors in a way no regular hip thrust ever has.

By the tenth set my legs are trembling and my ass feels like it’s on fire, bright pink and throbbing.

“Beautiful,” Mason murmurs, running the flat of the paddle over my heated skin. “Look how strong you are. See how well you take it.”

I moan softly, the praise mixing with the pain and turning everything into an impossible heat between my thighs. I’m hard as iron. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever had an erection like this before.

But then again, I’ve never been trained by a Daddy either…

Mason sets the paddle down and grabs the tube of cooling cream from his bag. Then his big, cool-cream-covered hands start massaging my sore cheeks: slow, deep circles that soothe and sting at the same time.

“Ahh…” I whimper, pushing back into his touch. “Daddy…”

His fingers slide lower. One thick digit traces over my tightening balls and then up onto my shaft, finding me hard as ever. Mason circles my shaft and dick head with the cream-slick pad of his finger while the other hand continues massaging my ass.

“That’s my good boy,” Mason whispers against my ear, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “Cum for me, Luke. Right here. Let me see it.”

Mason grips my cock and moves his hand in slow, deep, and rhythmic movements. It feels good. And I know it’s not going to be long before I obey his command and shoot my sticky stuff everywhere.

The combination of cooling relief on my spanked ass and the firm, perfect pressure on my cock is altogether too much…

“Mmmmmph,” I shatter hard, suddenly crying out as the orgasm crashes through me.

My knees buckle but Mason holds me up, one strong arm around my waist, fingers working me through every pulsing wave until I’m boneless and gasping.

When it finally fades, Mason gently then turns me to face him. His eyes are dark with lust but his touch is tender as he kisses my forehead.

“Super session,” Mason says, his voice rough with desire. “You did so well. I’d like to reward you properly. Dinner at my cabin tonight. I’ll cook.”

I beam up at him, still floating from the orgasm and the praise. “Yes, please! I’d love that.”