Joe’s smile grew wider as he imagined Scott going through his day completely unable to control his cock. “Good. I want you hard and ready for me all the time.”
Scott nodded, apparently entirely on automatic pilot.
Joe was pretty sure Scott had no idea what he was actually agreeing to anymore, he just knew that he wanted his dom to be pleased with him—that he wanted to submit to Joe’s will more than he wanted to get his own way. Joe straightened up in his chair. “Come here.”
Scott walked toward him, his bare feet making no sound on the floorboards. He stopped directly in front of Joe, halting just short of making physical contact with him.
Joe placed his hands on either side of Scott’s body and pulled him an inch or two closer, until Scott was standing neatly between Joe’s own comfortably splayed legs.
Running his hands down Scott’s sides and over his buttocks, Joe relished the strength tangible in the muscles hidden away beneath Scott’s surprisingly soft skin.
His fingers reached the backs of Scott’s legs. “Tell me why you want to be spanked,” he ordered, as he massaged the flesh he was about to punish.
“What?”
Joe moved his hands back up and settled them on Scott’s arse to contentedly cup the firm, round globes. “Tell me why you asked me to spank you,” he repeated.
Scott peered down at Joe as if he was speaking a different language.
Slipping his hands further around Scott’s body, Joe dipped his fingers down the cleft between Scott’s buttocks and ran a fingertip over the sensitive strip of skin right above Scott’s hole.
Scott had shaved himself there too. Joe ran his eyes over Scott’s crotch. There wasn’t even a hint of stubble anywhere. Such a good boy…
“Have you done something you think you need to be punished for?” Joe looked up, and their eyes met.
Scott blinked first. He looked down, but the gesture wasn’t accompanied by any sort of attempt to speak.
“It’s a simple question,” Joe pushed. “All it requires is an honest answer.”
Scott politely covered his mouth as he cleared his throat. “I d-don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.”
“You don’tthinkyou’ve done anything wrong?” Leaning back in his seat, Joe broke all contact between them, re-folded his arms, and raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”
Scott shuffled his feet. His erection swayed in front of Joe’s face.
“Have you come without permission when we’re together?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head.
“Have you done anything with another guy?” The very thought of it made Joe tense, but he managed to keep his voice level.
Another shake of the head.
Joe relaxed. “Have you committed murder, treason, anything like that?”
Scott smiled slightly. “No, n-nothing like that.”
“So…” Joe prompted.
Scott glanced away for a moment. When he met Joe’s eyes again, it was obvious how much effort it required. “N-no,” he said, his voice softer than ever. “I haven’t d-done anything I think I need to be p-punished for.”
Joe nodded his approval. It might have been like getting blood out of a stone, but the satisfaction he received from hearing Scott say those words was worth it. “So why a spanking?” he asked.
Scott shrugged. His arms hung idly at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them; or perhaps as if he felt the need to receive an order before he wasallowedto do anything with them. As Joe watched, Scott twitched his fingers and formed a half-fist several times in quick succession.
“Because it’s something you think I want?” Joe suggested.
All that question did was convince Scott to meet Joe’s gaze for another few seconds. No words left Scott’s mouth; he just managed to look more nervous than ever.
