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.
"What is it Daddy?" He asked, rubbing his arms, goosebumps covering his small frame.
"Get up," I said, "And take those off." I added, pointing at his underwear. He grumbled for the millionth time, revealing the semi that he had been hiding from me. I smiled, welcoming him into my lap, holding him against me before patting his stomach. I couldn't wait to fill it, squeeze it, stroke his cock as he drank his milk.
I ran my fingers across his stomach, watching his cock twitch. "Open your mouth." I said, watching his jaw relax, revealing his pearly-white teeth. "This will teach you that you may only cum when Daddy says, otherwise you'll drink it." I pushed the teat of the bottle into his mouth, watching him latch onto it, slowly drinking the cum inside. He winced at first, face twisted into a grimace, before my hand started to jerk his cock. He moaned, arms lying limply by his sides as I fed him, gulping every mouthful. I kissed his cheek, continuing to slowly move my hand up and down, up and down, feeling it twitch in my fist. He breathed loudly through his nose, closing his eyes, as I slowly edged him towards an orgasm, feeling him start to wiggle. I let go of his cock, hearing him whine, pawing at my hand to urge me to touch him again. I shook my head, holding the bottle in his mouth, stroking his growing belly. My fingers pinched one of his nipples, rolling it between them, getting joy from his moans that were muffled from my cum.
I began to jerk him off again, his tongue pushed the bottle to one side of his mouth, begging me to kiss him. "Finish your milk." I said sternly, holding the bottle, slapping his stomach hard. Teasing him had gotten my cock hard; I wanted to hold him in my lap and fuck his little pink ass - but that had to wait, I hadn't finished yet. I worked my hand faster, faster, his body tensing up, begging me not to let go. So I did, listening to the disappointed sounds spewing from his mouth.
"Daddy, I'm close." He said, his hips bucking. I took the bottle from his mouth, impressed that he had finished every last drop. Leaning down, I kissed his lips, letting him moan, my arm lying across his chest to restrain him.
"Cum for Daddy, baby." I whispered into his ear, gripping his cock, his moans growing louder and louder, his legs shaking, before releasing onto his stomach. His eyes rolled back, my hand still jerking, holding him close to me. I was going to jerk him into a second orgasm; I squeezed his sensitive cock in my fist, holding him against me with my arm as he tried to grab my arm. He tried with all his might to get me to stop, but he needed to learn; he must obey me.
