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Jack smiled and replied, “I know, baby. Why do you think that is?” He tilted his head to the side like he was genuinely curious, like the question didn’t border on rhetorical in how there was only one acceptable answer.

Dennis shifted his feet and sighed, “Because I got spanked.”

“Exactly, my smart boy,” Jack praised. He grabbed Dennis’s hips and pulled him closer. “I think you need the reminder of who you belong to.”

“But it hurts!” Dennis pouted and stomped his foot minutely. Fucking brat, Jack thought. “I don’t like it.”

Robby rolled his eyes next to Jack. “It needs to hurt, baby. We’ve talked about this.” He chuckled a little at his next point. “Besides, you like it well enough.”

And that was true, Dennis came almost every time he was bent over someone’s knees. He couldn’t help it. It didn’t even feel that good most of the time; it was so frictionless and humiliating. Dennis’s face got hot at the reminder, embarrassed tears filled his eyes.

“Aww,” Jack cooed while rubbing a big hand on Dennis’s stomach. “It’s ok. You’ll get better at controlling yourself the more we do it.”

Dennis felt almost hypnotized by the caress. “O-Ok.” Jack and Robby shared a satisfied look that had him on the defensive again. “But only ten!”

And that just wasn’t how it worked. If they let Dennis start making decisions, they would be right back where they started. Dennis was the youngest, used to getting anything he wanted with his big eyes and soft voice. Dennis didn’t get to make demands like that with them.

Robby negotiated a little, not in any real way. He proposed a higher number than what they really wanted. Making Dennis feel like he won a little bit was good for him. “How about fifty?”

Dennis balked. “What? No!” He instinctively grabbed his butt, as if he could preemptively protect himself.

Jack ripped his hands away from himself and held them both in one hand by the wrist. “Daddy’s being mean.” His soft, accommodating tone was at odds with his unnecessarily harsh grip. “Fifty is for punishments. What about ten with a hand, ten with a paddle? That sounds fair to me.”

Dennis got the feeling that was the best he was going to get. It was way better than fifty, at least. “Fine,” he breathed it out in a petulant, yet resigned way that made the doms smirk.

Letting go of Dennis’s wrists, Jack nodded with his head towards the wall. “Bring me the paddle.” Dennis reluctanly obeyed, walking over to the wall to retrieve the ‘decorative’ pickleball paddle. It was a polished wood with a wide face. It didn’t even hurt too terribly, with it catching so much air before it finally hit his ass, but it stung and made a thwipping noise that made Dennis intimidated and horny at the same time. “Good boy.”

He stood more in between the older men when he returned, not knowing who was going to do what. It was Robby who gave the directions. “I’m going to do the ten with the hand, then sir is going to do the ten with the paddle. Understand?” Dennis nodded. Robby checked in, “Green?”

“Green,” Dennis quietly said. He didn’t want to get his ass beat, but he wanted to be good, and if this is what his doms thought he needed, he was inclined to trust them.

“I’m glad I get to watch daddy’s technique, actually,” Jack noted. “I wanna see if he’s being too soft with you.”

Robby glared at him and muttered, “Shut up, Jack.”

“Don’t you be a brat, too. I thought you were past that.” There was an implicit threat in Jack’s voice. You may be daddy, but I could take you over my knee just the same, it said.

It shut Robby up. He bent Dennis over his knees, roughly bringing down Dennis’s house shorts. “No underwear?” Robby asked. “That’s kinda slutty, baby. Just askin’ to be slapped around like this.” Dennis hung his head, not having a single rebuttal come to mind.

Then the spanks started. Robby’s big hand came down on the same spots. The fullest part of his ass, the part he’d have to sit on all week, bloomed pink. They didn’t make Dennis count, they didn’t make him say what he did wrong (not that there was anything specific to say for that one). By the ninth time Robby brought his hand down, Dennis’s skin was buzzing, and he was making these tiny moans of pain.

Jack petted the back of Dennis’s head. “Ok, last one, baby. You did good.” Robby made it count, hitting hard enough to make Dennis yelp. Jack crooned out, “Good job, daddy. A nice little warm-up.”

Robby stood Dennis on his shaking legs. His shorts half slid down in a comical, ridiculous way. Robby reached up and wiped Dennis's snot and tears off his face. “Yes, you did very good for daddy. You’ll be good for sir?”

Dennis shook his head. “I don’t wanna.”

Jack authoritatively cut in. “This is better than whatever punishment you’ll get, so be grateful.” He grabbed the fabric around Dennis’s thigh and yanked. “Come here.” This time, when he was bent over, it was so that his head was toward Robby. Dennis rested more on the couch than on Jack’s legs. He couldn’t hold Dennis’s body up as much without two anchors to the floor. Dennis’s hard dick was between Jack’s strong thigh and his body. He leaked onto the cloth. Before Jack started, while he was testing the familiar weight of the paddle, he demanded, “Say thank you.”

Dennis meekly said, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Jack prompted, bringing Dennis’s hands together behind his back, holding them by the wrist once again.

“Thank you for…” Dennis wracked his brain. “For helping me behave.” He stuffed his hot, wet face into the couch cushion.

“Oh, good baby.” Jack sounded so sweet for a man about to hit him with solid wood. “That’s so sweet of you to say.” The first hit was a lightning strike. The second hit was the ember. The third, the fourth, and the fifth were the wildfire that consumed him. And Jack just kept fucking talking through it, no matter the noises that came out of Dennis, or the squirming. “I just know you’ll feel so much better after this. It’s what you need, what you deserve.” Hit. “I know you act out for attention, so here you are, getting the attention before you act out. Isn’t that better?” Hit.

Dennis was doing short little grinds, resenting how close he was. He’d stop, and then Jack would hit him, and it would make him start all over again. On the tenth hit, the pleasure-pain was overwhelming, and Dennis had his weak little orgasm all over Jack’s thigh. He keened through it, crying over the pain and the embarrassment and the vulnerability.

“Did he…” Robby trailed off.

Jack huffed out a laugh, “Yes. You know this is hardly a punishment.”

Dennis let out a frustrated, small scream, childishly muffled by the padding of the couch. He turned his head to the side. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

Jack pressed his palm into Dennis’s red sit spot. “We’ll talk about you however we wanna talk about you.” He squeezed harder while Dennis squealed. “Say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

“Yes, sir!” Dennis panted out. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s just sadistic,” Robby defended.

Jack let up. “I mean, yeah. I thought you knew that about me.”

“I hate you both,” Dennis sniffled. He relaxed as Robby started rubbing his neck.

“No, you don’t,” Robby fondly responded.

And no, he didn’t. He loved this.