“You’ve earned a spanking for your sass,” he adds. “Fifteen. You’ll count as I go.”
When I bring a trembling hand to the zipper of my long johns, he shakes his head.
“Stay dressed.”
I’m aware of the damp patch of precum spreading across my crotch where my cock has leaked so much, I’m almost afraid that I did come without realizing it. The embarrassment from that, combined with the knowledge that this spanking will most definitely push me over the edge, has me biting my lip.
“You’re not allowed to come, either,” Dmitri adds the caveat right as I’m bending over his lap, and I jolt, unable to prevent the distressed whine from escaping.
“You’ve already made enough of a mess of your Christmas jammies, haven’t you?”
My cheeks burn and my cock weeps some more while I nod, “Yes, Daddy.”
“If youdocome,” he warns, “you don’t get to suck my cock.”
“Nooo,” the protest slips out before I can stop it, and he chuckles, smoothing a big, beefy hand down my spine. Then his fingers pause at the top of my ass, fiddling with something and—Oh.
Suddenly, the warmth of my onesie is gone, replaced by cool air over my ass. He’s undone the two buttons holding the cute butt-flap in place, and now I’m exposed.
My ass is on camera for all the world to see.
Another jolt of that weird excitement tinged with humiliation barrels through me.
I'm going to be immortalized on film being spanked to orgasm by the hottest Santa alive.
I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe deeply.
That last thought was almost too much. The dampness at my crotch feels uncomfortably wet now, smushed between my body and Dmitri’s thigh.
I jerk forward uncontrollably as Dmitri’s hand gently cups my ass cheek. “What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Daddy,” I answer.
“Hmm. Maybe we should make it ‘Rudolph’,” he muses, warming the skin he’s found with broad circles of his palm, “seeing as your ass is about to glow red like his nose.”
It’s difficult not to laugh, but the really lame joke does the job of distracting me from almost coming. I wonder if that was his goal. Either way, I’m glad for it.
“Rudolph it is,” I agree, still with a hint of sass.
Why can’t I stop talking?
He snorts. “Remember, Miles, you’re counting out loud.” Then, before I can properly brace for it, his hand comes down on me with a resounding ‘smack’. It stings and my eyes water.
“Fu—uh—one.”
Yeah, that was convincing.
He’s going to think I’m the worst sub ever.
SMACK!
I jolt forward with a yelp. “Two.”
Three, four, and five follow rapidly.
Then a few more.
My cock is really paying attention around number nine.
