“I do want to spank you,” Joe added, just in case Scott harboured any doubts about that. “You have a fantastic arse. I’ve imagined you turned over my knee since the first day I met you. I’ve jacked off to the idea of it dozens of times. Hell, if you hadn’t done such a good impression of a man who didn’t know he was a sub, this would have happened months ago.”
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He still didn’t speak.
“And youarea sub,” Joe went on. His grip on his opposite biceps tightened. His forearms pressed against his chest, threatening to squeeze the air out of his lungs as he forced himself not to reach for Scott just yet. “You’re submissive enough that I know that you’d volunteer to do something you think you’d hate, just because you thought it would please me.”
Scott’s fingers curled into a full-fist at his side. His knuckles turned white. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense before Joe’s eyes, but Scott’s erection didn’t falter. “I w-want this,” he whispered.
They couldn’t have been any closer unless Scott was sitting on Joe’s lap, but the words were still on the edge of Joe’s hearing. “What do you want?” he pushed.
“I want you to s-spank me.”
Joe didn’t move.
Scott cleared his throat; then tried again, louder. “I w-want you to spank me.” He paused for a moment. “Please.”
Joe couldn’t stop his lips twitching, but he managed to stop himself laughing out loud. So bloody polite… “You think you’ll like it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Because you liked it when I used the flogger on you the first time we did a scene together?”
Scott nodded. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock. Joe had stayed still for long enough, and Scott had earned his touch with his honesty. Joe swiped up the droplet and offered it to Scott’s lips on his fingertip.
Very slowly, Scott opened his mouth and accepted the treat.
Joe took his finger away once it had been licked clean. “Good boy.” He leaned back in his chair. “But this won’t be anything like what I did with the flogger.”
Scott shuffled his feet, once more making his cock do a little dance for Joe’s amusement, but he remained silent.
Sod it. There was only so much talking, so much one-way conversation, a man could be expected to live through. “Turn yourself over my knees.”
Scott took a step back and stared down at Joe’s lap, as if he needed to literally look at the task from a new angle before he could work out how to follow the command.
Joe brought his legs together and guided Scott around to stand at his side. Scott’s attempt to bend over Joe’s lap may have been intended to be cautious and graceful, but in reality it was as clumsy as hell. Scott’s cock poked into Joe’s thigh as Scott landed heavily across his legs.
Joe’s cock rubbed very pleasantly against the underside of Scott’s torso as Joe tugged him into a more appropriate position—one which allowed Scott to reach forward and steady himself with his hands on the floor in front of him.
A few moments went by while Joe nudged Scott into the exact pose he wanted him to assume, and made sure Scott’s erection wouldn’t get trapped too painfully beneath him while he was being spanked. Finally satisfied with their arrangements, Joe settled his right hand gently on Scott’s arse.
Scott jerked forward as if Joe had struck him with all of his might. Joe made no comment. Instead, he stroked Scott’s arse and legs, gentling him down, encouraging him to relax.
When he spoke, Joe made a point of keeping his voice level and matter of fact. “That first flogging I gave you was very gentle for good reasons. I didn’t know how much you’d done or what you were really into, but I doubted you had much experience. I wasn’t going to risk scaring you off, or take the chance of freaking you out just before my shift started.”
Scott squirmed, as if he believed there was some way in hell he was actually going to find an entirely comfortable position when he was head down and arse up over Joe’s lap.
“The flogger didn’t hurt at all, did it?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head.
Joe ran his hand all the way down Scott’s leg, from thigh to ankle, then back up. “It just felt good, right? Hot and tingly. All it did was make you want more.”
Scott gasped when Joe slid his fingers between his arse cheeks to circle his hole. “Yeah,” he moaned. “R-r-right.” He rocked his hips, pushing his cock against Joe’s leg.
“This spanking won’t be like that,” Joe said. “This will hurt.”
Scott froze mid-thrust.
“If you turn out to be a masochist, you’ll really like that,” Joe went on in that same purposefully conversational tone of voice. “But if it turns out that you’re not into pain, then you won’t like it.” He paused for a moment, considering the possibilities. “That’s not a deal breaker, it’s just something that is what it is.”
