“Godfather saw how you reacted to his discipline last time, Lieutenant, and this time Godfather is not going to be nearly so lenient,” he rasped over Nate’s shoulder. “Pants down, cheek on my desk and boots apart.”
“Sir,” Nate acknowledged, hardening at the sound of Godfather cracking his belt before he swiftly and securely bound Nate’s wrists with it just above his ass.
Godfather pulled a leather-covered paddle from his desk drawer and drew it across the skin of Nate’s bare ass in no more than a tease; he flogged Nate with deep, painless thuds that made Nate’s hard cock bounce; he slapped Nate with sharp, stinging blows that made his cock glisten with precum. When Nate’s ass was flushed red and his whole groin felt each heartbeat pulsing under his sensitive, swollen skin, the sound of Godfather unzipping made Nate shiver and his asshole clench in anticipation for what was about to come.