Kip rolled his eyes. “No, that isn’t it at all. We’ve been friends for years, and after everything the two of us have seen and done, I can’t quite see you in the submissive role. Seriously, it’s a struggle. I mean, I’mstartingto understand it, or at least I’m doing my best to, but seeing my friend kneeling at my feet? It freaks me out, if I’m honest. The MasonIknow would have laughed at me if I’d ever even suggested he should get on his knees in front of me. At the very least he would’ve turned it into a dirty joke. But the Mason I’m coming to know now? I can see in his expression he needs it. Needs me to give it to him. And I swear, I’m trying. After your spanking, can we promise to be patient with each other?”
What the fuck?“My what now?”
He snorted. “C’mon, it’s not like you weren’t expecting this to happen eventually. You’re a brat, you’ve always been one.” He folded his arms. “So I have to decide if I want a brat or if I want a nice, docile submissive who’ll kneel at my feet. Or… do I want to help him mesh those parts together to more closely resemble the Mason I know.”
“And love?” I teased.
He smirked. “I’m not going to admit to anything, but youaregrowing on me. Like mold, or maybe fungus.” He pressed me to the wall. “And don’t think I’ll forget about the spanking. I asked you a question twice, and you chose to ignore it. That won’t do.”
“But you just said?—”
“Oh, I know what I said. This both freaks me out and excites me. However, you seem to need it, so it’s up to me to give it to you. Now, answer me honestly. Do you need me to spank you? If you can tell me no, I won’t.”
A smart man would say no, but since this whole thing started I’d been anything but smart. My brain wouldn’t shutthe hell up, trying to make me doubt Kip, and that wouldn’t do. Not only was he my Dominant, he was also my future.
I squared my shoulders.
“Yes, Kip. I need it.”
“That’s what I thought.” Kip tapped the wall. “I want you to put your forehead here, sticking out that dump truck of yours.”
“Dump truck?” I squeaked as I took the position he’d said.
“Yup.” He rubbed a hand over my cheek, and a shiver rolled through me. “My boy has cake for days. Now, assume the position, please.”
No way could I deny how much the ‘my boy’ comment meant to me. I turned and placed my head against the cool wall, then sighed when Kip moved me around so my ass jutted out.
“I want you to stay just like this until we’re done.”
“Do I need a safeword?” I snarked, a list of potential words popping into my head.
“Stop will be enough, I think. Maybe later we can revisit this, if that’s what you think we need to do.” He patted my leg. “Now, spread ’em until you feel comfortable in this position. We’ll be here for a few minutes.”
I wouldn’t deny the flash of excitement that rolled through me. I wasn’t sure why. I should have been aghast at the very idea he would spank me, yet I wasn’t, not really. My brain was telling me I needed—craved—this to help remind me of my place and to center me. Did I want it? No.
Well, actually, maybe.
Fine, yes, I wanted it. Why? Because my Dominant wanted to give it to me.
“Here we go. Remember, if you’re having issues, just say stop. It doesn’t mean we won’t try again later. Considering what a brat you can be, I’m still guessing this will be your first spanking?”
“Yes, Kip,” I answered truthfully. My parents would neverhave spanked me, because they knew it would be my Dominant’s job.
“Awesome. Another thing we get to share.”
“Have… haveyouever spanked anyone before?” I didn’t like the idea of Kip’s hand on someone’s ass, even if it was a girl.
He chuckled. “That’s what I meant about sharing this. You’re my first too.” And before I could react, he leaned in and said in a low voice, “Ready? We’re going to start with ten.”
He didn’t even wait for me to answer before he unleashed on me. There was a loudcrack, and I shuddered as his hand connected with my bare flesh. Then pain jolted through me, radiating from my ass throughout my body.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out. Still, I didn’t ask for him to stop.
I didn’twanthim to stop.
The next one was in the same spot, only this time the burn was deeper, hotter. I found my brain clearing as I settled back into my skin.
“Here comes three.” A moment later anothercrackof skin on skin. I yelped again. “Do you need me to stop?” he asked, and I could tell by his voice he was hoping I’d say yes.
