.shhhhhhhh" he said againslowly...."tell me, baby..." I....I....don't know if I...if I can.....I don't know if I can......" Just stay in my arms, stay.......shhhhhh.....let's stay like this for aslong as we want.." He was almost whispering to me; I felt his strongarms wrap a little tighter as he stroked my hair...minutes went by as heheld me...."Trisha?" I heard him say softly, one ear pressed against him, rumblingwith his low chest frequencies."Yes, Daddy"...there was no sex in my voice, there. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "No matter how much you plead, I won't stop unless you say 'mercy', okay?" I nodded. With his free hand, he took one of my arms and pinned it against my back. His other hand lifted off my bottom and I tensed. SLAP It hurt much more than I expected, and I gave a shriek. "No, oh my God, stop!" He slapped again, on my other cheek. I yelled and squirmed, but he pressed me down and spanked me again and again. Deep down, I realized how liberating it felt to. "Certainly, there's no problem." Oh, come here my darling," his aunt grabbed him and gave him a hug.They all noticed something awful. He was at a loss to know what to do.He'd never been shown physical affection his whole life and it wasn'tuntil later they discovered that his father had forbidden his mother fromhugging him or using what he called 'sissy terms of endearment'ostensibly because he was to grow up a man, not a sissy, but was almostcertainly caused because he was jealous of her close. "I smiled back at him as he took the reins and led us back to the stables. As we went inside, he pointed to a stall that had a lock on it, telling me that it was a special stall."This is where the owner has me bring him to her." He said as he opened the lock.As we went inside, I saw a padded bench and several bales of hay arranged around the bench. I also saw a couple of clean towels, a blanket, and a jar of lotion sitting on a stand close to the bench. Just to look at it, no one would think.