“Yes,” rushed from his mouth. He turned his head quickly and made eye contact, “Yes,Russell.”
“That’s my boy. Follow me,” I told him and headed to find the perfect place forus.
Glen had several rooms set up for use and play tonight. I specifically looked for a room with a spanking bench and found an unoccupied bench. That would do perfectly. I pointed to the bench and told Ryan to wait at the foot of it. While he went in the direction of the bench, I went to the area that had impact tools that could be used byanyone.
I found a suede flogger and tested it out on my forearm. While I knew exactly how my tools at home felt on the skin and exactly how much force to put behind those, I wasn’t certain with these. And I wouldn’t use anything on Ryan without knowing exactly how they felt or what kind of force it would take. Confident that I had found an acceptable tool, I made my way to Ryan at the bench. I showed him the flogger and encouraged him to touch thefalls.
“What do you say if you need to stop,Ryan?”
“Hairdryer.”
“Good. And to slowdown?”
“Yellow,Sir.”
Yellow,Sir.
That’s twice tonight that he’s nearly brought me to my knees as he called me ‘Sir.’ I felt the effects of his sexy voice in mygroin.
“Lower your underwear to your knees,” I instructed. “Good boy. Up on the bench, Ryan,” I gestured to the bench and took hold of his upper arm to help him in place. The last thing I needed was for him to get off balance and not have adequate use of both of his legs since his underwear was around hisknees.
Once he was on the bench, he gripped the frame with his hands. I stood to one side near his midsection and started to roll my wrist slowly so that the falls lightly slapped his upper back. As his skin turned red, I paused and rubbed my bare hand across his back, spreading thewarmth.
“With me, Ryan?” I checked on him as I rubbed on his back for the secondtime.
“Yes,Sir.”
Each time he had said “Sir” tonight, added to the fire that had built within me. It pushed what I had been able to keep on a simmer to high heat. I focused on his back and how the lines of his body and bows of his muscles blended beautifully. I watched his back flex as the falls kissed his skin; his body craved it. I felt his body rise against my hand as I soothed the burn; his body ached forit.
Feeling weightless, yet heavy with all of the emotions that came to the surface regarding Ryan, I blinked a few times rapidly and withheld from striking his body with the flogger. My eyes danced around Ryan’s body as I examined his back.Topspace.I had had such tunnel vision that I hadn’t even noticed the submissive a short distance away being roughly whipped. Her catatonic moans were almost a clear indication that she was most likely in subspace, and indeed a masochist. But it had just occurred to me that with Ryan’s head facing that direction, that he would have absorbed their playtoo.
I set the flogger down and put my hands on Ryan’s shoulder blades. His shoulders rolled upward, and he pushed himself further into my hands. I glanced at his face; lips parted, labored breathing, eyes closed, corners of his eyes slightlytense.
I leaned over and whispered, “With me, myboy?”
He opened his eyes, tilted his head back, and looked me in theeyes.
“Always.” Though he looked relaxed as he gazed at me, he sounded congested, and my heart clenched. I started to stroke his head to calm him. “I always w-want to be w-with you, Russ-ell,” hequivered.
Emotionally, he had been pushed harder than I had intended tonight. I believed that his reaction was most likely because it was an unfamiliar atmosphere. The sadist and masochist playing so close hadn’t helped either. It wasn’t the bench that he had grown accustomed to. It hadn’t beenhisbench. He needed care right now, and I needed to provide it and shelterhim.
“My boy, I’m going to help you upand—”
His shook his head very subtly and glanced around to see if anyone had seen him appear to misbehave.Relax, my boy.I moved so that in his current position, all he would be able to see was my chest and not the sadist and masochist over myshoulder.
“They’ll see,” hemumbled.
He was afraid of people seeing his erection. In my home, he was more comfortable with people seeing him. It’s a matter of feeling safe and secure. I realized that though Ryan felt safe and comfortable with me, he didn’t feel comfortable playinghere.
“Ryan, you have my word that no one will see or say anything. I’m going to help you off the bench, and I’m going to pull up your underwear. Then you’re going to follow me out of this room. You will only stop walking when I stop.Understand?”
I hated to have to come across so firm with him, but right now that’s what it was going to take to keep him mentally there and with me, rather than bent over his father’sdesk.
“Ryan,” I said his name again to pull his attention away from the sadist andmasochist.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Sorry,Russell.”
Shame and guilt were trying to get into my boy’shead.
