“May I help you off the bench,Ryan?”
I made sure during the session to say his name to keep him connected, which was the same reason for me doing it now. I had been careful how I worded my offer. If I had asked him if he needed me to help him off the bench, he wouldn’t have accepted and cited that he didn’t need anything. If I had asked if he wanted any help off the bench, he would have thought that I felt he weren’t capable. So, I phrased it in a way that put the desire to assist in my hands waiting for hispermission.
When he nodded again, I wrapped my hand around his bicep and slowly guided him off the bench. As he neared the edge of the bench, he paused and rolled his neck. I gave him a moment before prompting him to stand upright. His face became bright red and I met some resistance when I tried to pull him off thebench.
“Ryan,” I said his name and scanned his eyes and face. It was when I noticed that he was looking down, did everything click intoplace.
He was hard. His demeanor and body language all pointed to shame, embarrassment, and guilt. Possibly even anger athimself.
He stood upright, but wouldn’t look at me. His head was slightly tilted downward and his eyes focused on the table behind me where his clothessat.
“What’s going through your mind, Ryan?” I asked himcalmly.
He was congested from crying and sniffled before looking all the way down to the ground. His hands were balled into loose fists and rested against his thighs. I was sure he had hoped that it would conceal his body’s reaction to beingflogged.
He was stalled on the spot and his body language showed me the war that was raging in him. I kept an open stance with my arms and hands relaxed at my sides. His eyes slowly shifted to the spanking bench that he had just come off of. Ryan’s brow furrowed before he closed his eyes briefly. When they opened, he stared just beyond me at the ground. I glanced to the spanking bench to see if I could confirm what he had probably just seen. Yes; a healthy amount of pre-cum glistened off the wood frame. While I knew what was going on with Ryan and why he was in this stuck place, I needed him to talk to me. There were also some things that he needed tohear.
“Ryan, why did you pause when you climbed off thebench?”
I saw a faint shouldershrug.
So much tolearn.
“Why won’t you look at me,Ryan?”
Chest is rising and falling heavily. Nostrils still flaring. Come on, Ryan,talk.
“I—I don’t know,” hemurmured.
I recognized that he had been struggling, but hadtried.
“I know why, Ryan.” I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder and his eyes went to my chest.Up higher, Ryan.“Look at me.” I waited until his glossy brown eyes connected with mine before I continued. “There is no shame in this. You do not need to feel ashamed or embarrassed over how your bodyreacts.”
His eyes trailed back down to my chest, but then he raised them again and met my eyes.Good,Ryan.
“But, it means—it means I’m weird. Or that I likedit.”
Thirty-five years old and still living in so much confusion over hisbody.
“Ryan, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with your answer. There is no shame in what your answeris.”
I had to make sure that he told me the answer that I had expected to hear, and in order for me to hear that, I had to be certain he felt comfortable enough to shareit.
“When you were around junior high school age or so, did you find that your body reacted similarly when your father finished withyou?”
Ryan flinched and he looked back down at my chest. He nodded slowly as he closed his mouth to swallow. He had closed his mouth so tightly that his dimple appeared as quickly as it disappeared when his mouth popped back open tobreath.
“Listen to me, Ryan. Your body’s physical reaction to violence, doesn’t mean you liked it.” He glanced up at me and left his eyes on me. “Nor does it mean that you are weird.” A small grin appeared on hisface.
He looked down at his hard cock and then back up at me, but this time he had a huge smile on his face. He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe how hard he still was. I finally looked down as well and found his cock head had a bead of pre-cum onit.
“I didn’t touch it this morning since you said notto.”
Him saying that to me stirred something deep within for a multitude of reasons. One being that I knew I had been right. He was eager to please. Heneededto please, and heneededto know that he had pleased. I wasn’t going to entertain the other reason it had stirred something in me right now. I’d deal with thatlater.
“It pleases me that you followed those instructions, Ryan.” I said tohim.
Ryan’s tear streaked face cracked again as he smiled. Pride glowed on his face and his shoulders pulled back. He had been proud of himself for following my simple request that asked him not to masturbate this morning. His reaction to my praise, caused a reaction in myself.That, I would deal withlater.
