Page 32 of Thwack!

He did raid the refrigerator in the middle of the night at home, but Mr. Sandiston was gesturing at the mess of mustard all over the floor.

“I didn’t mean to. You surprised me. I’ll clean it up, promise.”

Except now Mr. Sandiston wasn’t looking at the mustard. Now he was looking at Leo’s bottom half, his gaze rising slowly from Leo’s bare feet up his legs to the hem of his boxers. Mr. Sandiston had dark brown eyes, very dark brown. They were stormy and stern under the heavy slash of his thick eyebrows.

“Don’t you think it would’ve been courteous to put on some pants? Especially given your… condition.”

“I didn’t expect anyone to see me,” he squeaked as he tried to hide his condition.

He didn’t understand why he had a boner. He’d had the start of one up in Julian’s room but it’d died down once he got out of bed. Now it was raging, poking straight out at Mr. Sandiston like it was trying to find its way out of his fly. He dropped a hand in front of it, but the accidental contact only made him harder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His knees were all wavery.

“I have a daughter.”

Leo nodded. “Alessandra.”

“Don’t you dare say her name while you’re fondling yourself.”

God, he was fondling himself. Not a lot. Just little pats. But he couldn’t help it.

“Sorry,” he whispered again.

“What if she got up in the night? Did you think of that?”

He shook his head. He hadn’t thought of that. He had no interest in Alessandra, who was young and also a girl. Not his type at all. But maybe it would be upsetting to her to see a grown man in his underwear. He should have taken the time to pull on his joggers.

“I didn’t want to wake up Julian.”

A creak from the direction of the stairs had them both freezing, waiting to see who would appear—Julian, Alessandra, Mrs. Sandiston?

“Come with me,” Mr. Sandiston ordered.

“But what about—?” Leo gestured at the mustard.

“I said come with me.”

Mr. Sandiston turned on his heel and headed deeper into the house. Leo didn’t have to follow him. He could go upstairs, crawl back into the top bunk and pretend none of this had ever happened, that Mr. Sandiston hadn’t caught him being naughty, that Mr. Sandiston’s stern reprimands hadn’t given him a boner.

But he didn’t go upstairs. He scurried in the direction Mr. Sandiston had disappeared in, catching up to him at the end of a dark corridor. Mr. Sandiston opened a door and flicked on a light and Leo stepped into what he saw was a home office with a large desk at the center of the room and a big swivel chair behind it. Bookshelves occupied the stretches of wall between windows, and the shades were down. A black-and-white checkered rug covered the hardwood floor beneath the desk, the pile soft under his bare feet.

Mr. Sandiston shut the door. Leo swallowed. His pulse beat madly in his throat and also in his dick. His hands were clammy and he couldn’t keep them away from his cock.

“Stop touching yourself,” Mr. Sandiston barked. Now that they were shut away behind a door, his voice was louder, harsher. In the kitchen, his words had been controlled, the threat behind them merely implied, but the veil was off now. “Hands behind your back. Feet together. Head up.”

Leo assumed the position. It made his erection really obvious, sticking out in front of him like that with nothing to hide it. He was mortified by it. How could he be standing so obviously hard in front of his friend’s father? Tears pricked at his eyes, but he didn’t move from his spot in front of the desk.

Mr. Sandiston went around behind the desk and sat in the chair. “I’m not pleased with your behavior in my home, Leo.”

Leo hung his head. He’d already said he was sorry. What more could he do? “Do you want me to leave?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, given that this is a first offense. But I believe corrective measures are in order.” Mr. Sandiston tapped the fingers of his right hand on his desk. They were thick fingers with clean, square nails. Powerful. Leo squeezed his own hands tighter behind his back. He wanted so badly to reach for his cock.

“Do you want to be corrected, Leo? I think you do.”

Leo nodded. He didn’t know what being corrected meant, but he wanted it.

Mr. Sandiston pushed his chair away from the desk, then rotated it slowly to the side. “Come here, Leo. Right here in front of me.”