“Ice.”
“Very good,” Cold said, gesturing to the fireplace. “I want you to lean up against the mantel. Drop your pants, but keep your underwear on for now. Do you understand, Mr. Poe?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, quickly moving into position. With his pants around his ankles, he held onto the mantel and took a deep breath.
Behind him, he could hear Cold taking a few practice swings, and the zip of the crop slicing the air made his cock instantly hard.
Cold came up beside him, a strong hand sliding over his ass and squeezing his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. “I see someone is very interested in their naughty gift. Such a shame you weren’t as motivated to be grateful for your other one.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jimmy said, glancing back at Cold over his shoulder. “I really do love the planner, I do. You know what a mess I am, and it’s something I could reall—fuck!”
The first crack of the riding crop over his ass made Jimmy jump, and he gripped the edge of the mantel more tightly. Even through his underwear, the sting was sharp and unforgiving.
“How’s that, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked calmly, rubbing his palm over Jimmy’s rear to assess the damage.
“Good, sir,” Jimmy squeaked. “It’s good.”
Raising the crop up, Cold reared back and smacked Jimmy’s ass again.
Jimmy gasped, his hips jerking back, and he panted as he felt a throbbing line popping up across his skin.
Even though the crop didn’t cover the same amount of space as Cold’s hand, the pain was much more intense. It was absolutely relentless, and he had to bow his head as he struggled to stay standing.
The aftermath of each strike was making his knees weak, and he could feel his underwear getting damp from his cock.
Cold gave him a few more slaps with the crop, waiting in between each one and watching Jimmy carefully. “I’m not sure if this is enough for you to actually learn anything,” he mused, grabbing the waistband of Jimmy’s briefs. He pulled them down only enough to expose his ass, leaving his cock still trapped inside. “Perhaps you need something a bit more... stimulating.”
Jimmy heard the crop slicing through the air and yelped when it made contact with his bare skin. His spine curled up, and his nails dug into the wood of the mantel. It was like a stream of fire had ignited over his ass, and the lingering sting made him ache. “F-fuck!”
“Much better,” Cold chuckled wickedly, cracking another strike across Jimmy’s cheeks.
“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy whimpered, his knees knocking together from the burn. He could feel his pulse pounding all over his abused flesh, and his cock was so hard that it hurt. His underwear rubbing against it felt like it was too much, and he took a few big breaths to steady himself.
“Do you feel like you’ve learned your lesson, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked. “Do you understand now why it’s important to be grateful for all the gifts you receive from me?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Jimmy said. “You took the time to pick them out for me. You used your time, and, and your money, because you wanted to do something nice for me.”
“That’s right, Mr. Poe,” Cold said with a smirk, cracking the crop lightly over the back of Jimmy’s thighs.
Moaning, Jimmy stuck out his ass and rubbed his legs together as if he could soothe the burning sensation away. He couldn’t get anywhere close to where Cold had struck him, but it felt good to move. “Mmm, I’m so sorry, sir. I promise I’ll be more grateful in the future.”
“You’d better be,” Cold warned, smacking Jimmy’s arched ass violently.
Jimmy cried out, his knees almost giving out and hitting the floor. He could feel every inch of stinging skin from his thighs to the top of his ass, and it was incredible. He was overwhelmed, sniffing quietly as he awaited another strike.
But it never came.
Cold’s long fingers were tracing over the many welts, following each line from one end to the other. “Mmm, absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy said, standing a little straighter.
“Stay very still for me,” Cold commanded firmly. “I’m going to come on you, right here on your perfect little ass, and if you’re good for me... maybe I’ll let you come, too.”
“Please,” Jimmy murmured. “Please, sir.”
Cold grabbed Jimmy’s shoulder, the hot silky skin of the head of his cock now tracing over the searing lines. He kept rubbing over each one, his breathing shallow and rough, before finally starting to stroke himself.
Jimmy remained motionless and quiet until Cold came, groaning when he felt the hot splash of cum dribbling down the cleft of his ass.
