“I don’t know, but I’m hoping it leaves a mark.”
“Sam’s a disciplinarian, but he’s also a sensualist,” Josh added.
“Those almost seem to be opposite personality traits. I could see him saying he’s a sadist but also a disciplinarian. But a disciplinarian and a sensualist … that’s opposite ends of the spectrum.”
“I was talking with Andrew, and he said that he’s played with Sam before. Sam’s definitely into discipline, but he also dishes out pleasure. The few sessions that I’ve seen Sam participate in were both punishing scenes.”
“You’ll love that, won’t you, dirty student? Maybe he can cook something up where you get punished by Principal Sam,” I teased. Josh was going to love playing on the receiving end of Sam’s discipline. Like me, Josh loved authority figure discipline sessions.
“Hell yeah, I will. I’d lean over his desk and take whatever punishment I had coming,” Josh murmured.
I would too, in a heartbeat. I was in need of a heavy handed session. I was still turned on from watching Mistress Tabitha in the locker room, and I was also still seeing red from the fucking pig man. I needed a heavy session to get that out of my system. For whatever reason, I was annoyed that I would be sharing Sam with Josh. What if Sam ended up preferring Josh? I glanced at his tanned legs and suddenly hated him for having a perfect tan too.
“At least you didn’t wear that ridiculous red jockstrap,” I jabbed.
“Man, you sure have it out for me and my red jockstrap.”
“I hate it.”
“Are you sure? They say that often when someone constantly bags on something, they actually like it.” Josh chuckled.
“I’m pretty sure I hate your red jockstrap.” I over-accentuated the act of thinking and tapped my fingertip on my lips as I looked upward. “Yes, I can confirm that I actually hate that jockstrap.”
Josh laughed and shook his head at me, then asked, “Why do you hate it so much? Help me understand what you have against the red one.” I could feel his eyes on me, pressuring me for a response.
“Because! It looks like a race car, or pajamas, or something.”
“If I’m not mistaken, Brandon has a red one too. I don’t hear you making fun of him for it. Do you make fun of his red jockstrap?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because it fits with Brandon.”
“I think the red one fits with me too,” he said.
“Brandon is barely an adult. The flashy red goes well with him. Not for a thirty-one-year-old,” I explained.
“Hey, did you already have a session tonight?” Josh’s tone turned serious, and I turned my head to look at him.
“No, why?” I questioned.
“Your cheek is red.”
Fucking pig man.
“Mistress Tabitha was getting eaten out in the locker room, and it was arousing to watch. And yes, Josh, I watched some of it.”
“Liar.”
“Excuse me? I am not lying!”
“Yes, you are.”
“Ugh, whatever.”
Double fucking ugh. As if Josh’s detection of my red cheek wasn’t enough, the fucking pig man decided to appear.
