Gift’s pupils were blown wide as he continued to spin his elaborate tale. “I volunteered. I mean, look at me. Who would ever suspect that I was some kind of double agent capable of murder?”
Park stood with Gift still in his lap, letting the boy’s feet drop to the floor before barking, “Everything off from the waist down.”
Gift scrambled to comply, kicking off his shoes, then his pants and underwear, leaving him only in his white uniform shirt. Park forced his chest to his desk then kicked his legs apart. “Hands.”
Gift put his hands behind his back, wrists together. Park had no idea whether Gift was telling the truth, but if he was willing to go this far to be spanked and fucked over Park’s desk, then he’d happily give him what he wanted. He’d been keyed up all day, anyway.
He wrapped Gift’s wrists with his silk tie, testing to make sure they weren’t too tight before gripping Gift’s hair tightly, pulling him up enough to meet his gaze. “Can you keep your slutty little mouth shut, or do I need to gag you?”
Gift was already glassy-eyed. It was clear he needed this, too. “I…I’ll be good,hia.”
“Mm,” Park said. “We’ll see about that.”
Park released him to reach for his belt. Gift craned his neck around in confusion. “You’re not going to punish me?”
“What makes you think that?” Park asked, pulling his belt free with one hand before doubling it up.
Gift’s eyes went wide, voice trembling, as he seemed to understand where this was going. “You… You’re not using your hand?”
“Did I say I would?” Park asked, tone neutral, as he ghosted his fingertips across Gift’s pretty little ass.
“No,” Gift whispered.
Park stepped behind him, letting his clothed cock rest against Gift’s naked skin. He wanted him to feel how hard he was already. He rubbed himself against him as he bent to kiss his shoulder. “Why do you look so nervous,ouen? I’m just giving you what you asked for, right?”
Gift whined.
Park continued to rub off on him. “You’re the one so desperate for my cock that you crawled right into my lap and started taunting me.Hia’sonly giving you what you wanted. You should thank me.”
A full body shiver ran through him as he said, “Th-Thank you,hia.”
“My pleasure.” Park stepped back, letting the belt trail along Gift’s thighs and between his cheeks. “I think you should count for me. Don’t you?”
“Count?” he gasped. “How m-many?”
Park chuckled. “Let’s play it by ear.”
Gift gasped. “Wait…”
Park squeezed Gift’s ass cheek hard enough to watch the skin turn white beneath his fingers. “Something wrong?”
There was a long pause, then, “N-Nothing,hia.”
Park frowned. “Color,ouen?”
Gift gave a sigh of exasperation. “Ugh, green. Hurry up,” he finished with a whine, wiggling his ass in front of Park.
Park snorted. What a little shit. He let the belt fly, cock twitching at the sound of leather on skin and Gift’s low moan.
“O-One,” Gift said, voice wobbly.
Park aimed the second strike for the exact same spot.
Gift yelped. “Two.”
Park landed three more blows right over the first two while Gift fell apart, cursing and whining, trying to get away from each subsequent blow.
He couldn’t seem to remember what number they were on. “Six?” he sobbed.
