Discipline and the feel of a leather belt were bound up in some of Marshall's earliest memories. His father hadn't spared the use of the belt with his son, and Marshall could not argue there were times when he flat out deserved it. He was mouthy and bold, and often spoke first, without thinking through what the consequences of his words might be.
He quickly learned that wasn't necessarily the way to go.
First his dad would warn. But only once. If Marshall didn't heed that initial warning, he wouldn't receive any other. The next response would be the summons. That could be verbal, as in his dad calling his name. Or a simple physical touch. Being picked up by the scruff of the neck and laid into position, his pants pulled down and justice meted out.
Sometimes it was the hand alone, stinging Marshall's flesh, inducing a sweet, hot burn that seared inside and out. A flame he quickly learned to relish as proof of his father's love. Other times it was his leather belt. He'd never cried over his spankings, always took them like a man. And his father had treated him like a man. The lesson Marshall came away with was if he broke the rules, he paid the price, and he accepted it.
He always knew his father loved him, even after he spanked him. Afterward, as the flames licked through his flesh—whether administered by hand or by belt—his father would soothe the burning with sweet balm and sweeter words. He never doubted his dad loved him, and he certainly loved his dad. His dad was always there for him, something that couldn't be said for Marshall's mother.
Lee flexed his belt and snapped it taut, the sound ringing out as sharply as the crack of a whip. Marshall's cock was weeping copious amounts of pre-come. He'd have to run a load of laundry before bed, no doubt about it. It was worth it.
"You will use that mouth, boy, never doubt that. You don't doubt that, do you?"
"No, Sir. I don't doubt that at all." He was counting on it, actually. He loved the taste of Lee's meaty cock, loved the texture of it. Lee seldom came in Marshall's mouth, but on those rare occasions he did, Marshall was in heaven.
