“I c-can—” Scott began.
“Hush.”
“B-but—” Scott tried again.
“I knew a man a few years ago who didn’t like pain for its own sake, but he loved being spanked because he knew how much his master enjoyed spanking him. Another guy I played with a while back really got off on having marks on his body, even if he didn’t enjoy actually getting them.”
Scott lay very still over Joe’s lap, apparently thinking about everything he said very carefully. “That was okay w-with you?” he finally asked.
“If I wanted someone who always matched my kinks perfectly and was always completely predictable, I wouldn’t bother screwing anyone. I’d just close my eyes and make up some cute little fantasy to jack off to.” Joe stroked his hand over Scott’s arse again, relishing the way Scott’s muscles clenched and flexed beneath his palm. “It’s the reality of owning another man that makes dominating him hot—not the fantasy.”
Scott pushed his shaft against Joe’s leg again.
“So I expect you to be honest about how much this hurts and how much you either love or hate it. Understand?” Joe said, letting his tone of voice turn deadly serious for a few seconds.
“Yeah, I—”
Scott broke off abruptly when Joe brought his hand down on his arse for the first time.
* * * * *
Scott jerked forward. His fingers slipped against the floorboards. The noise of the smack echoed off the bare walls, making it sound far harsher than it had actually felt. Warmth spread through Scott’s right buttock, but very little pain followed in its wake.
He twisted his neck, trying to peer over his shoulder and see if there was any kind of mark left on his skin. It was silly to get his hopes up so soon, but the urge to check was impossible to resist.
“Oh no you don’t.” Joe ruffled Scott’s hair as he pushed his head back down. “This is about how you feel, not about how you look. Vanity can come later—if you’re good.”
Scott gazed down at the floorboards between his hands. There was a dark, twisted knot right in the centre of one of the boards. He let his eyes rest upon it while he made a concerted effort to redirect his thoughts toward the mild stinging sensation in his right buttock and push everything else out of his mind.
Joe caressed the skin he’d just struck. It was the most tender touch Scott ever remembered receiving. He frowned at the realisation. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be about gentleness.
“I—”
Scott cut off as Joe brought his hand down on his left buttock. He was just a little more ready for it that time. His first impressions had been correct. No pain, just heat.
The sound raced through the air, then warmth washed over his skin. Just a moment after that, something else radiated out from the point of contact. It spread slowly through Scott’s body until it reached the tip of every finger and toe, and filled him to the brim with its presence.
It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t heat. Maybe it was something like a combination of both—with a heaped spoonful of perfection added in too.
Scott closed his eyes, struggling to concentrate on what was going on inside his body while most of his brain wanted nothing more than to slip into neutral and just coast along for the ride of its life.
It wasn’t long before Joe brought his cupped hand down again. Scott gasped as Joe struck the exact same point that he’d spanked before. The heat was more intense this time. It coiled and snaked through Scott’s muscles, causing them to tense and relax outside of his control.
Joe didn’t wait around now. He struck Scott’s left buttock.
Scott squirmed, trying to move himself into a more comfortable position over Joe’s lap, as another wave of endorphins flew through his veins.
All the blood was rushing to his head. His toes cramped as he tried to maintain his awkward position. Both things diverted his attention from the way Joe’s hand was warming his arse, and Scott couldn’t accept anything distracting him. He needed to be able to focus—not just because Joe told him to, but because every cell in his body demanded it.
Something within Scott screamed that this was important. It wasn’t so much that a particular part of himlikedthe way the spanking felt. Every bit of him was completely fascinated by it—that was closer to the mark.
Until that point, Joe’s left forearm had rested lightly over the small of Scott’s back. Now, Joe tightened his grip on him;holding him down and leaving him no choice but to accept the position he was in.
Without uttering a word, Joe still managed to make himself heard loud and clear. There was no point in Scott fidgeting—he wasn’t going anywhere.
Freed from any temptation to try to rearrange himself, Scott fell still. Either his ears honed in more effectively once he stopped wriggling, or the spanks grew harder and louder. The sound filled Scott’s head. Like the beat of a lover’s heart or the regular rhythm of a war drum, it called to him and sent adrenaline pounding through his veins in perfect time with his spanking.
More and more heat built up in the skin as Joe struck his buttocks. No single blow was hard, but as Joe layered the spanks, one over another, they morphed into something different to anything Scott had ever known.
