“If it gets to be too much, I want you to tell me. There will be time for testing and pushing your limits, but tonight isn’t when we’ll do that,” I assured him. That was something I would only do once I knew what turned him on and what he was absolutely not interested in. “Now, do you know why you’re getting a spanking tonight?”
“Because I touched myself when I wasn’t supposed to,” he responded breathlessly. I could feel the head of his dick pressing against my thigh, so there was no doubt he was into this.
“And?”
He had to think for a minute about what else he might have done. While I waited for his answer, I drew down the waistband of his underwear until it rested under his ass. Fuck, that was a sight I didn’t realize I’d been missing out on my entire life. And I took back what I had thought about his plain white briefs. Seeing him prone like this, the simple cotton bunched under his cheeks was downright sinful. It made him seem even younger somehow.
“I’m waiting,” I reminded him, measuring my words so I sounded annoyed.
“I-I’m not sure, Sir,” he admitted.
“You were a little tease today,” I pointed out. “You knew damn well what you were doing to me, but you didn’t let that stop you.”
“But you said you wanted me to tell you when I saw something I liked,” he whined. The longer I waited to begin his punishment, the more restless he grew. If he kept wiggling around on my lap, I’d have to add a couple of strikes for that infraction.
“You’re absolutely right,” I agreed, running one hand over the meaty part of his ass. When I pulled gently, I could see the faint hint of his hole. Maybe not tonight, but soon, I’d know what it felt like to sink into him. “That didn’t mean you needed to tell me what you wanted me to do with each of the toys. Remember, I’m older than you, and I’m not new to the scene. I’m well aware what most of that equipment will do to a sub.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I misunderstood.”
He hadn’t, not at all. Rather than argue with him, I lifted my hand, cupping my fingers as I brought it down swiftly on his left cheek. “Count them out, princess. I want you to keep track of how many we have left. Otherwise, I’ll keep going until you’re crying for me to stop.”
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. It seemed my boy was turned on by the pain. And being nice, I wanted to give him what he needed.
I brought my hand down on his ass three more times in quick succession. When he brought a hand back to shield the fifth blow, I pinned that arm against his back. “If you fight me, this is going to go on even longer.”
“I won’t. I’ll be good.” He thrust into the space between my legs, still hard and leaking. I wished I wasn’t still fully dressed so I could feel his arousal rubbing into my skin. “Hurts, Sir.”
“But you love it,” I countered as I dragged my fingernails through the red handprints on his flesh. “You pretend to be such a good boy, but I’d be willing to bet you have dirty thoughts in that brain of yours that you’ve never told anyone. Don’t you?”
I paused, waiting for his response, dipping the tip of a finger into his crease.
“Yes, Sir.” He buried his face in the sheets so I couldn’t see his embarrassment. Now, I really wanted to know what turned him on. Anything that got that sort of reaction out of him was something we’dhaveto try at some point.
“After I finish, you’re going to tell me,” I insisted. “We’re going to crawl into bed together, and you’re going to let me hold you while you do your best to shock me.”
His head thrashed from side to side, his groans muffled by the mattress. Sharp cracks filled the air as I brought my hand down twice more, one to the back of each of his thighs. I’d learned by accident long ago, that this area was more sensitive than the muscled flesh of the ass. But there was something else I wanted to try before we were done today, just to see how he’d react.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demanded. When he didn’t immediately comply, I squeezed my thighs together. The pressure on his dick couldn’t be comfortable, but he simply moaned. “You can do it on your own or I’ll do it for you, but youaregoing to spread. I’ve waited long enough to see that pretty hole of yours.”
He arched up, throwing his head back and his entire body shuddered. One convulsion after the next, it didn’t take long to realize what had just happened. “Did you… Sweetheart, did you come for Daddy without me touching you?”
“I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to,” he cried, still panting as he tried to catch his breath. “But the spanking. And then… Fuck, we have to do this again.”
I scooped him into my arms, quickly pulling off his underwear and throwing them across the room. I’d fucked up. I was the one who told him I didn’t want him calling me Daddy until he meant it, but in the moment, it had felt fucking perfect.
“I take it you liked the spanking?” He nodded against my chest. “That’s good, because you’re still a few away from being done, but I figured you might need a little time to recover from what happened.”
“You’re not mad at me?” He sniffled, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t crying.
“No, sweetheart. We’re still trying to learn one another,” I explained. This was the part of any relationship that I loved. It never felt awkward to me. I enjoyed trying to coax out the reactions I wanted from a partner. “Next time, I’ll know better what to look for so I can give you a break to come down. Part of the blame is on me. I didn’t realize how much you’d like hearing me talk about wanting to see your hole.”
My cock ached with pent-up need. Just thinking about wrapping myself in his tight heat had my balls drawing tight against my body.
“You said the D-word,” he murmured a few minutes later. His breathing was slow and steady again. He slipped his hand under the hem of my shirt, twisting his fingers through my chest hair.
“I did. And I’m sorry if it was too soon. The moment sort of got away from me,” I admitted, worried he’d decide he didn’t want to submit to someone who could so easily get carried away. “I still mean what I said the other night, but I do like thinking of you as my boy. The day you trust me enough with your body and heart to say the word, will be the best day of my life so far.”
Maverick arched his back and tried to stifle a yawn. It looked like the plans for the night were getting derailed once again. But I couldn’t be too upset about it when I knew I’d wake up with him in my arms.
