“Are you hungry?” Iasked.
“Yes. These sessions catch me off guard. I never thought—” I looked up at him when his voice trailed off. His face was red, and he had turned his head to face the direction of the playroom. “I never thought the spanking would make me dothat.”
I could only imagine the disarray that his mind has been going through in the past several months. I would make this as easy of a transition for him as I could. I shut the water off after I was satisfied with the lather on the washcloth and leaned against thecounter.
“Come here,Ryan.”
There was a slight hesitation on his part as he glanced at the washcloth, but he took the necessary steps toward me. As I began to wipe down his chest, I placed a hand on his shoulder so I would be able to tell if he grew tense on me. Ryan wasn’t the best at communicating yet, and I couldn’t trust him to tell me if he’s starting to feel overwhelmed. I smiled to myself when I felt him relax and saw his shoulders drop while I cleaned him. I worked my way down, and when the washcloth neared his abdomen, the faintest whimper came from him. It was the sound of his soul crying out. My pace slowed, giving him a moment or two of extra comfort around his stomach. When the sound came again, I looked at his face. His forehead was wrinkled, and I could tell that he was biting on the inside of hisjaw.
“Um, there’s some…stuff in my belly button,” hemumbled.
Stuff.Not cum, butstuff.
“I will get it,” I promised him, and pressed the cloth with my thumb around the edges of his bellybutton.
I gently wrapped the washcloth around his soft cock and made shallow wiping motions with the cloth from the root to the tip. I repeated this on both sides and the underside of his cock to ensure he felt clean. By the time I finished cleaning the underside, I could feel him begin to harden in my hand.Lord help me.I pulled the skin of his shaft towards his body, gaining me access to thoroughly clean around the head. It also caused another sound to tumble out of his mouth, and this time his absflexed.
“Sorry,” he murmured. His face was bright red. “It’s sensitivestill.”
“Why are youapologizing?”
“Because Imoved.”
Ryan still looked downward, but his eyes weren’t focused on anything.Come back to me, Ryan. I had lost him; he was off in some horrid memory most likely.Bring him back, butpush.
“Because you moved? You’re apologizing because you moved?” I asked, wanting him to confirm and hopefully think about how unnecessary the apologywas.
I saw him try to engage; his eyes shifted and raised to my chest and settled there.That’s my boy! Bring those eyes up, I promise you that you won’t regret it. Trust me,Ryan.
“Ryan,” I said his namefirmly.
His eyes lingered on my chest and then finally he made eye contact.Praise, reward and settle him down.I moved my hand from his shoulder to pat his neck and the side of his head. His eyes softened and stayed connected with my eyes. As the subtle smile appeared, I knew I had him back with me. Positive, physical touch, along with understanding, and calm eyes, settled himdown.
“Good, Ryan. You don’t have to apologize for your body’s physical reaction to things,okay?”
“Yes, okay,” he repeated the gist of what I was saying tohim.
I grabbed a fresh washcloth, soaked it, and pressed out the excess water. Though it was more tedious to press out the excess water, I had enough sense to do that rather than to make a twisting motion or to wring out the water. Ryan was already teetering, and I didn’t want to risk his mind moving backward. I took my time to wipe off the suds with the fresh washcloth and when I finished, I patted hisabdomen.
I motioned for him to turn around so that I could take a look at his freshly spanked ass. I needed to see if there was anywhere that needed tending to. Ryan hesitated briefly and then turned around. I quickly looked his ass over without touching. He was fine, no brokenskin.
“It’s slightly red in a few places, but there’s no sign of broken skin,” I assured him and patted his shoulders. “Let’s go eat,” I announced. I needed to get myself out of that bathroom and busy my hands in thekitchen.
As I gathered some food, I kept a close eye on Ryan and made sure the conversation stayed moving until we got outside. His subdued demeanor kept me on my toes as he gathered some food for his plate. Suddenly, an energetic tone burst fromhim.
“Alright!” he exclaimed and reached for an oatmeal raisincookie.
His grin was infectious, and seeing him affected greatly by a simple cookie both warmed my heart and made me feel like I had been punched in the stomach. As he ate, his energetic personality returned, and I felt comfortable in broaching the subject that he mentioned earlier in desperation; thestrap.
“How interested are you in trying thestrap?”
I could see apprehension with his initial reaction, but I could also see determination. Ryan was, indeed, a brave youngman.
“I’m interested in trying it.” He looked down at his plate and slid the remaining part of his cookie between his fingers as if it were a hockey puck. “You can make the memory better,” headded.
“I will. Instead of only knowing pain fromanger—”
“And hate,” Ryan interrupted with a bite to histone.
