Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"You lost the football match." I said, looking up from my newspaper as I lounged on the sofa. William sighed, pushing the front door closed, dumping his things on the ground. He was covered in dirt, which told me that he did put some effort in; clearly, he hadn't put enough in.
Folding the newspaper, I put it on the table beside me, standing with a grunt. I stretched my arms, cracking my wrists as he crossed his arms. Losing the football game meant that I had an excuse to punish him, adding to the list of things, like him cumming without me giving him permission. He looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with me. Smiling, I lifted his chin with a finger, forcing him to watch me. "Daddy thinks that you need to be punished. For cumming without him telling you to. and for losing." I said sternly, wiping the smile off my face.
"Daddy, it wasn't my fault. Coach didn't train us properly and-"
"But you can hold in your cum until Daddy tells you. Coach didn't train you to do that, did he? Go to the lounge, now." I said, pointing to the lounge, watching him sulkily shuffle into the room; I followed after him. If there was anything that I loved the most, it was spanking naughty little boys - it got my cock hard, and it made them much more obedient. I loved watching them wriggle as I bent them over my lap, exposing their little asses as I left big, red marks on them. It would further mark him as my property, and the thought of pounding a tight, welt-covered ass gave me a semi. He was standing moodily in the lounge, staring at the ground, knowing that he had misbehaved. Towering above him, I ruffled his hair gently, before taking it in my fist. He protested, as I brought him over to the sofa, forcing him to his knees. It seemed like, in his eyes, he knew that he would be spanked.
"Take your pants off." I said, sitting down, watching him frown in protest. "Do. It."
He scowled at me, standing for a moment to reluctantly pull his pants down, his flaccid cock hiding behind his jock strap. He bent himself over my knee, his legs glued together through fear of me touching his ass. I spread them apart, not allowing him any comforts.
"Daddy, my ass is sore, please be gentle." He whined, pouting, making me chuckle. I ran my hand over his soft skin, squeezing it, pinching the skin between my finger. I wasn't going to be gentle with him, he didn't deserve that liberty, his failures wouldn't go unnoticed in my house. I raised my hand, bringing it down against him, feeling him wriggle underneath me, breath hissing through his teeth. His little ass cheeks were beginning to grow red, coaxing me into spanking him again, hearing him moan. There was a small, but growing bulge gently resting against my leg; he loved to be spanked. I began to spank him faster, his hands gripping the sofa cushions as he tried to crawl away from my lap. Grabbing his legs, pulling him back onto my lap, closing my eyes with a deep breath as his groans got louder and louder. I pushed his back down, forcing his body against the couch, holding him there as I examined my handiwork. His skin was gorgeous and red, my favourite shade, quivering with my touch. My hand parted his cheeks, finger circling his hole, his breathing heavy. He hadn't earned my cock yet, he still needed to be punished for cumming without my permission. "Daddy, please can I touch my willy? It's hard." He moaned, earning another slap from my hand.
"No, you may not. You need to learn that you can only cum when Daddy tells you. Get on the floor and wait until I come back." I barked, listening him grumble to himself as he clambered onto the floor, kneeling down. He still wore a frown on his face; I was hoping to erase it with my next punishment. If he was going to cum without me allowing him, he was going to drink some.
I walked to the kitchen, opening my fridge, reaching in to grabbing the bottle of milk that I had so lovingly prepared for him earlier. Shaking it, the white, murky liquid swilled inside; I had been saving it for a while, waiting to give it to somebody. I anticipated that he would protest, and that would make me even more horny as I put teat of the bottle into his mouth and encouraged him to suckle. Daddy's milk would fill his belly, and if he was lucky I would fill his ass with a warm load.
He looked up at me from the ground, brow furrowed, his little ass still red from my hand. Folding his arms across his chest, he stared up at the bottle, confused as to why I was holding it. I asked him to take off his shirt, he obliged, as I sat down on the couch.
