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went over, cock drooping a bit, palms sweaty. Daddy took his smooth balls in his hand and fondled them. Brian couldn't even guess what he was thinking.
    “Jim?” asked Daddy.
    “Yes, sir.”
    Daddy's thumb rubbed at Brian's cockhead, and he shivered as the blood flooded it.
    “You like it?”
    “Yes, sir.” He had to be honest. Daddy was checking his harness now, making sure all the buckles and things were lying flat and smooth against his skin. Those big calloused fingers found his chin and turned it gently so that Brian was looking into those blue eyes.
    “But you still feel guilty, don't you, Brian?”
    He did. He didn't even know why. But he still felt unsettled in his belly. And the calm that he usually felt in this room was tilted a little off-kilter. Brian nodded.
    Daddy sighed. “Hon, I don't usually do this, but I think you need it.” He patted his legs. “Lie down here, Brian. I'm giving you a spanking.”
    “W-w-what?” squeaked Brian. His cock squeaked too and jumped to attention.
    “It's for your own good.” Daddy drew him down into his lap, laying Brian over his legs. Brian's cock pressed into Daddy's thighs, and Brian's legs and arms and everything seemed ridiculously long hanging off the sides all over the place.
    Daddy's hand rubbed firmly in big circles around Brian's ass. Brian was feeling pretty stupid when the first blow came down.
    Ow . Hey that wasn't only some kinky little love slap there. That was a real wallop. Slap . Another blow came down on Brian's ass, and he yelped and jumped.
    Daddy's hand held him in place, and Daddy's other hand started raining down blows faster and faster. Brian's yelps turned to cries of pain and finally great racking sobs until he was clinging to Daddy's calves, tears streaming down his cheeks and Daddy rubbing his burning ass, crooning soft words.
    Weird thing was Brian's cock was hard as marble there against Daddy's thigh.
    “Good boy. That's a good boy. Daddy's gonna make it all better,” Daddy was saying, rubbing Brian's sore ass. And his finger, with something cool on it, rubbed his hole.
    He didn't even tell Brian what was next, but instead plunged that big finger into his hole and started pressing against Brian's prostate again and again.
    “Let it go, babe.”
    Brian did. Still sobbing now and then, he rode Daddy's finger, humping his thigh until the orgasm pushed everything out of his body and he was lying limp across Daddy's lap.
    Then he was gathered up and washed gently with a warm cloth. Kisses on his face and big gentle hands tucked him under the coverlet. The harness came off with a jingle and the slide and whisper of leather, and by then Brian was fast asleep.
    “Good morning.”
    Brian came round the corner into the kitchen at a trot and skidded to a stop, staring.
    Momma Bear was leaning against the counter in his skivvies, drinking from a big ceramic mug.
    Brian felt his entire body flush. “H-h-hi.” He couldn't move. Didn't know where to put his eyes. Jim stood there. Big and fuzzy and comfy with those gentle eyes resting on him.
    It occurred to Brian only then that the entire house had probably heard what happened between him and Paul the night before. His body grew impossibly warmer. Brian figured he was probably blushing right to the ends of his hair. He couldn't think of a thing to say.
    But Momma was always all about easy. “You hungry?” he said. “I made pancakes.”
    They all sat at the table together, eating breakfast. Brian sat on a pillow that Momma had placed on the chair without comment. Scott came rolling in clad only in a towel, every golden hair on his body damp. He pulled up a chair and set into a stack of pancakes without giving Brian more than a friendly good morning grunt.
    It was all kind of normal.
    “How was your trip, Paul,” asked Momma, passing the syrup.
    “Good. Those new Sportsters are really moving.” Paul stirred his coffee. “Eat your eggs, Brian. You can't load up on sugar.”
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