Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I looked up at Kieran.
“Stand up.” I did and the plug felt strange in my ass. I had a full feeling I wasn’t used to.
He sat on the bed, with his back against the headboard. “Lie across my lap. Arms straight in front of you. If you move them and try to stop me, I’ll tie you down. Do you understand?”
My heart raced. My chest was so tight I could hardly breathe.
He was going to spank me.
He was going to punish me.
And God…there was a part of me who wanted it. Wanted it because I’d disappointed him. “Yes, Sir.”
I trembled as I lay over his lap—arms in front of me, hands fisted in the blanket again, my plugged ass there waiting for him.
“Since it’s your first punishment, I’ll only use my hand. Sometimes that’s all you’ll get, other times your behavior will dictate more. Or, if I just feel like you need it.” He paused, his hand resting on my ass, hot like a brand. “Remember, you’re not to come. This is for discipline, not pleasure.”
Come? Why the hell would I come from a spanking?
“Yes, Sir,” I said, before I admitted, “I’m scared.” It was those two words that should have made me realize I was naturally submissive—the fact that I’d admitted my fear and had readily accepted all of this.
“I know you are, boy, but I’m here. I’m only doing this because I want the best for you, remember? Now, count.”
A hard smack landed on my right cheek.
“One,” I gritted out.
Smack! Another on my left.
“Two!”
He hit the top of my ass.
“Three!”
The bottom.
“Four!”
It burned…stinging more with each spank.
“That’s a good boy. You’re taking this so well, Jared. Your ass is such a pretty pink for me.”
Smack!
“Five!”
And then I felt it, the familiar need in my balls. My dick got harder and I felt it there, the need to orgasm from his hand slamming against my skin.
“Don’t do it. This is a punishment spanking; not for pleasure.”
His hand rained down on me over and over.
“Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!”
I wiggled on his lap. My ass was on fire. My balls were so heavy and tight. He continued to spank and I continued to count. Each slap sent a thrill to my nuts. I wanted to come, needed to come desperately…
“You were very bad today, Jared. Your orgasms are mine. I was very disappointed in you.”
My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t know if it was because I’d disappointed him or because the spanking hurt so badly, but I was crying—sobbing. I didn’t want to be bad. I didn’t want to be a disappointment. I wanted to do well for Kieran which would in turn be good for me too.
“Ten! Eleven! Twelve!”
I could hardly get the words out between the tears. And then Kieran was pulling me into his arms. Squeezing me tightly. Rubbing my head. “Shhh. It’s okay. We all make mistakes. I’m here.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said through my tears. “So sorry.”
Kieran was taking care of me so well, I hated that I’d disappointed him.
“Shh. It’s okay. I did this so you’ll be better.”
I held him tight and let him comfort me. No one ever comforted me. Not when I was growing up, not when I fought my way through college and law school alone. Not when I tried to be with women. Not the few times I found random men to fuck me.
“We’ll get you a cage. That will make it easier.”
It felt so good, so right in Kieran’s arms as he soothed me. I’d read about this, it was called aftercare. Later, I might fight it, but I didn’t have the strength right now.
Kieran tried to set me down but I clung to him, tightened my arms around his neck.
“Shh. It’s okay. Let me take care of you. I have to put cream on your ass.”
I nodded into his neck. My crying had slowed down, Kieran had taken care of that.
I lay down on my stomach as he leaned over and pulled a tube of some sort out of the drawer. He squirted some onto my ass cheeks, which cooled instantly as he began rubbing it in.
“Thank you, Sir,” I told him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Because he was. He really was taking care of me.
My ass still burned when he was finished but it felt better than it had. I’d almost forgotten the plug was there, my body already growing accustomed to the fullness.
“I’d wanted to fuck you tonight but I don’t think you deserve that yet. And you also don’t get to sleep in my bed.”
My eyes went wide and my heart nearly exploded. “Sir?”
“Come. I’ll show you to your room.”
I always slept alone. Always until last night, but now the thought made my eyes want to fill with tears again. I felt so connected to him in this moment. So treasured and the thought of losing it made my gut twist.