“Angel, I love your eagerness and your openness, but I’m going to push you pretty far today,” I warned him. “By the time I’m done, you’re going to be begging me to stop even if you simultaneously want more. So if you are going to do this, I want you to pick out a safe word.”
Until this point we hadn’t had this conversation because everything we’d done had been about me taking care of Matteo. Even when I gave him his morning spankings, I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere near his limits, and he trusted I’d stop if he asked.
“Safe word,” Teo said, still looking straight ahead.
“Yes Angel, I want you to choose a safe word. It’s a signal word if I’ve gone too far or I’m getting close to it, so we can stop and discuss what’s going on and whether you want me to continue,” I explained.
Teo turned his head, offering me a shy smile. “I get what a safe word is, Daddy. I want my safe word to be safe word.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Well, that’s a new one. Are you sure you don’t want to pick something either a bit more original, or even something common like using the stoplight signals?”
This time it was Matteo who straddled my lap. He placed his hands on my chest, leaning forward to kiss me softly. “Daddy, you know me. If you don’t manage to get me out of my own head, it’s going to be racing with a million different thoughts about what you’re doing to me. If my brain spirals out of control, you could hold a gun to my head and ask me what color on the stoplight meant to stop and I wouldn’t be able to tell you. But the one thing I am pretty confident about is if you reach my limit, the only thought that’ll be a constant in my head is I need to use my safe word.”
“I think you’ve chosen wisely,” I reassured him. I supposed it wasn’t any different from the people who used “password” as their password, except in this case it wasn’t going to do any harm. “In that case, it’s time for you to get off my lap so I can get what we need.” Teo stilled and his eyes grew wide. I watched the rise and fall of his chest to make sure he was still breathing steadily and not on the verge of hyperventilation. He was nervous, but also calm.
“How do you want me?” Oh, wasn’t that a loaded question. I wanted Matteo in every way, in every position possible, but for now I needed to focus first on his lashing.
“When I get back, I want you on your hands and knees, ready and waiting for me.”
Matteo watched me as I walked to the closet, flipping through my belts to choose the right one. The goal today was pain, not the marks it would leave or the possibility of broken skin. At the bottom of the pile, I found a belt so old the leather was soft and pliable. That one would do nicely. On my way back to the bed, I stepped into the bathroom, digging through the cabinet and praying I still had condoms in case my boy wanted to get thoroughly fucked after I’d marked his skin.
As I’d requested, Teo was waiting on the bed for me, his head hanging low as he rocked back and forth gently. His thick cock and balls hung low between his thighs and I noted his erection hadn’t softened at all with the anticipation of what was to come. If anything, he was even harder than when I left him.
10
Matteo
My limbs shookas I got onto the bed and into the position Daddy wanted me in. I wasn’t sure I could do this, but for him, I was going to try. He’d asked me to trust him when we’d started the daily spankings and I’d come to love them, so maybe he was right about this, too. Still, there was no denying getting whipped with a belt wasn’t going to be nearly as pleasant as his hand on my butt.
“You look beautiful waiting for me, Angel,” Daddy praised as he stepped up next to the bed. I braced myself, ready for the first blow, nearly collapsing when it didn’t come. He laid the belt on the mattress next to me and started massaging my shoulders. “You have to relax, otherwise this is going to hurt a lot more than it has to.”
“Is… is there a way to make it not hurt at all?” I asked, earning a chuckle from my daddy.
“I’m sorry, Angel, there really isn’t. But I promise I will go out of my way to avoid injuring you.” I believed him. Daddy was always telling me how much he cherished me and wanted to protect me. More than anything, he showed me daily how much I meant to him. That was why I wanted to take things between us to the next level. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, Angel,” he prompted, his attention shifting to my backside. He kneaded the muscles there and I felt my dick getting even harder.
“Safe word.” Saying it now, I felt stupid for not picking something more original, but I knew myself well enough to know everything would fly out of my mind if I was overwhelmed, which seemed to be his intention.
“If you truly think you can’t take anymore, use your word and I’ll stop.” I yelped as he swatted my butt, not hard, just enough to make my body even more aware of what we were doing. He landed another strike on the opposite side and this time I moaned. I wished I knew why I loved him spanking me so much, but for now it’d remain one of life’s mysteries. Daddy traced a finger around the imprint of his hand. “Love seeing my marks on you. You’re going to look even better with my stripes.”
“Want it. Please, Daddy. Want to make you proud of me,” I pleaded, canting my hips back, silently begging him for more.
“Such a needy little boy.” The next crack of his palm on my skin wasn’t nearly as tender. The sting radiated through my body. “What have I told you about getting impatient?”
“That you’ll give me what I need when I need it,” I recited. Patience and trusting Daddy to know the right pace seemed to be the rules I struggled with the most. I sucked at waiting, but I was trying to get better for him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daddy pick up the belt and I stilled. This was it. I could say my word and he wouldn’t strike me with it. He wouldn’t hold it against me if I changed my mind and decided I couldn’t do any of what I’d been begging him for, but I would. I’d never forgive myself if I let the fear overwhelm me.
I jolted when I heard the crack of the leather, shocked when I didn’t feel anything on my skin. Daddy placed a hand at the center of my back to steady me. “Easy, Angel. You still want this?”
“Need it, Daddy,” I admitted. I sucked in a deep breath and held it, the air escaping my lungs on a shout with the first strike of Daddy’s belt. My butt was on fire and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I rocked back, ready for the next blow.
“Such a beautiful boy,” he praised, running his hand down the length of my spine. “You took your lashing better than I expected. Did you like it?”
“I… maybe, Daddy?” My response came out more as a question than a statement because I wasn’t sure. I wanted more. Wanted him to stop. Wanted the insecurity in my head to shut up and let me enjoy the moment.
