It took all that Joe had in him to gasp for breath. He was acutely aware of each breath Scott took too—and if Scott tried to pull oxygen into his system any quicker, he was going to hyperventilate.
Something unexpected brushed against Joe’s forearm. He opened his eyes just in time to see his tie drop onto the leaf strewn ground. Now free of the gag, Scott murmured his complete satisfaction.
Joe smiled at Scott’s profile. Scott’s eyes were open, but he didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything. He was just staring off into the night; content and apparently more than a little sleepy now that he was sated.
Joe gave himself another minute to enjoy the warm cocoon of Scott’s arse wrapped around his softening shaft before he finally convinced himself to pull away and separate their bodies. As he tidied himself up, Joe ran his eyes over Scott’s moonlit form.
His arse was beautifully displayed. The evidence of his first spanking had faded away. His skin was gorgeous; pale and unblemished, it just begged to be marked.
Stepping closer, Joe brought his hand down hard on Scott’s right buttock, spreading his fingers so each digit would leave its own mark.
Scott yelped. His brow creased into a frown as he tried to peer over his shoulder. Their eyes met and Scott’s frown melted away. He smiled slightly. If he hadn’t been bound so tightly to the tree, Joe had no doubt Scott would have tried to duck hishead in that shy little way he had, once he knew he hadn’t been struck as punishment.
Joe grinned as he walked around the tree and began to undo the fabric from Scott’s wrists. By the time Joe returned to Scott’s side of the tree, his hand print was blossoming very nicely on Scott’s arse. It was almost criminal to let Scott hide it away, but Joe forced himself not to protest as Scott clumsily pulled his trousers up.
Neither of their ties looked salvageable. Joe pushed them into his pocket anyway; strangely loath to toss them aside the way he would have if he’d carried out the scene with any other man.
“Come on.”
Scott obediently began to stride forward.
Catching hold of his shoulders, Joe turned Scott around and pointed him toward the car park before he ended up getting himself completely lost in the woods.
“Oh, um. Yeah, th-thanks…” Scott cleared his throat and fell silent.
Back at the car, they slouched down in their seats; Joe once more behind the wheel, and both of them apparently satisfied to sit in silence and simply exist for a little while.
With his head resting back against his seat’s neck support, Joe slowly turned his face to his left so he could admire Scott’s profile again. There didn’t seem to be any scratches where Scott’s cheek had been pressed against the tree bark, but that didn’t mean his cock wouldn’t have to be checked for splinters at some point. A very detailed and thorough inspection was obviously called for.
A shrill ringing sound cut through the air. Scott closed his eyes very tight.
“I’m guessing that’s your phone,” Joe said.
Scott nodded, without opening his eyes.
“Good, because otherwise there’s something else in your trousers making a really strange noise.”
“I’m s-so sor—”
Joe reached out and put his hand over Scott’s mouth to stop him short. “There’s a difference between a spanking given for pleasure and one that’s a punishment. Next time you apologise to me without a damn good reason, you’re going to get the latter, and it won’t be nearly as much fun as your last spanking was.” He took his hand away. “Answer your phone.”
Pulling a small handset out of his pocket, Scott pressed the screen and held it to his ear.
He closed his eyes and pushed his free hand through his hair. Finally, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to stop speaking for long enough for Scott to respond. “Hi, M-mum.”
Joe leaned his elbow on the car window and grinned as he watched Scott’s cheeks grow hotter and hotter.
A few more stuttered answers and Scott quickly ended the call with a promise to call back the following day. “Next time, I’ll r-r-remember to switch it off before we m-meet up.”
“Was that what you promised your mum you’d do too?”
Scott shook his head. After a few seconds he seemed to realise that Joe wanted a damn sight more than a yes or no answer.
“To try t-t-to relax m-m-more.”
Joe tried to work that out and failed.
“I only s-stutter when I’m n-n-nervous.”
