“Raise up for a moment, Josh,” I said. As soon as his body raised up, I reached under him and pulled his cock and balls behind him a bit. “Okay, back down, please.” Josh had to scoot toward the very end of the spanking bench to make it more comfortable for his dick and balls to dangle.
And what a sight it was. Josh was very well endowed. Ali remained still, watching and paying close attention. I stood to the side to make sure she was able to see everything perfectly. I reached under him and took a few moments to slowly stroke him. Josh had a thing for humiliation; at least I thought he had from my observations.
“Mmm, Josh. Your long cock is starting to swell and get heavy. Ali can see everything. Does that make you hard?”
“Yes, sir.”
“With this long cock, you make all the people you fuck moan and cry out, don’t you, Josh?”
“Yes, sir,” Josh answered, and his breathing was a bit labored this time.
I was pleased to see that Josh was physically receptive to my touch and my words. If I continued stroking him, he’d probably come from it, and I didn’t want him to come before I had the chance to lay the leather down.
I let go of his cock and took hold of my belt buckle to slide the leather off my shoulders. I took the other end in my hand, creating the desired loop. I rubbed my bare hand over Josh’s firm ass to warm the skin on his butt to my touch.
As I leaned closer to his head, I promised in a whisper, “I won’t strike you anywhere except for your ass. Remember to say ‘red’ if you need me to stop. You’ll take twenty-five from my belt for continuing to verbally antagonize Ali when you knew she was upset. I expect you to count each lash out loud.”
“Yes, sir.”
Wielding a belt to a desired location on a body wasn’t as easily controlled as taking a flogger to someone. A flogger was controlled mainly at the handle, whereas a belt’s control depended upon where the person gripped it. I concentrated and focused on his ass because there really was no room for error with Josh. Taking a belt to Josh required more precision than taking a belt to Ali because Josh had a hard limit of having his lower back hit.
After delivering twenty-five firm lashes to Josh, his ass was a combination of varying degrees of red with a few hints of purple. I put my belt around my shoulders while I rubbed the hot flesh on Josh’s ass.
“Doing okay, Josh?”
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
“Good. Now each time you sit down over the next week or so, you’ll take a moment to think about the importance of your friends’ well-being. Think twice before making the jokes, because you might not be aware of what they could be going through,” I reminded him of his lesson that I hoped he would retain.
“Yes, sir.”
“And in turn,” I began and then turned to face Ali. “They will also learn not to take their anger and emotions out on you.”
Ali nodded at me.
“You can relax now, Josh.”
He would be fine on the bench for a few moments. I slowly walked toward Ali, our eyes burning holes into one another’s. She was a bit of a mess, eager for me to touch her and squirming around to show me that she was needy. I crouched in front of her and tilted my head to the side to look at her pussy. Her slit glistened, and since her legs were parted, I could see her swollen clit. She was begging for attention and wanted her ass to look like Josh’s.
I stood and lightly brushed the back of my hands against her creamy thighs as I brought my hands up, placing them flat on the wall. Our faces were inches from touching. My fingers wove through strands of her jet-black hair as I stared intensely into her eyes. I leaned into her enough so that my torso grazed her nipples. There was just enough touching to drive her wild.
I slipped my right forefinger inside her mouth and tugged out her panties. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against her red cheek on my way closer to her ear.
“The next time I ask you a question, you best think twice about omitting anything,” I whispered against her ear.
Before I pushed myself away from her, I placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. I unrolled her wet panties and held them open at the thin waistband for her to step into them. After I pulled them up, I unbuckled the wrist cuffs and walked back to Josh while I slid my belt through the loopholes of my pants.
“Put your bra on, Ali,” I called out to her over my shoulder. “Time to get up, Josh,” I said as I patted the back of his thigh.
I picked up Josh’s jockstrap, handed it to him, and held on to one of his arms while he stepped into it. Since he had been hugging a spanking bench while taking my belt, chances were likely that when he’d stand, he might experience some dizziness. I didn’t want him to get lightheaded and stumble. Carefully, Josh tucked his hard-on back into his jockstrap. I couldn’t keep myself from staring at the tented material that pulled the waistband away from his skin.
Josh awkwardly tried to flatten the waistband against his skin. Ali and I watched him mess with the waistband quietly. He looked up at us and smiled.
“Sorry,” Josh quietly said and shrugged.
“I’m sure people don’t mind, Josh.” I comforted him with a pat on his shoulder. Most people enjoyed looking at bodies; at least I did.
I pulled on my shirt and led them to the main room so the three of us could sit together for a little while. As we walked into the main room, I grabbed two heated throws from the rack and picked up two bottles of water. I spotted a couch on the other side of the bar.
