Then Noah’s hand vanished, and the calm went with it.
“We’ll start with ten,” Noah said. “I want you to keep count for me. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Benji wiggled his ass, his half-hard cock brushing the duvet. “Hit me, big boy.”
Noah’s palm came down. The sharp crack made him gasp. He flinched with it, waiting. But the sting faded in seconds.
Benji snorted. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“I thought I told you to count.”
“One,” Benji said, annoyed that he’d already forgotten. “Come on, put your back into?—”
He cut off with a gasp as Noah’s hand came down again. It was harder this time, the pain radiating through the meat of Benji’s ass. It felt… fine. Not great, but not bad either. Surprising, more than anything.
“Two,” Benji breathed. “You can do better than that.”
Noah’s hand came down again. Even harder, right in the same place the last two had landed. This onestung.
“Three,” Benji said. He kicked out blindly, catching Noah’s leg. “Come on! Reallygiveit to me. What are all those muscles for?”
“So bratty tonight,” Noah said. “I love it when you get like this. Makes it sweeter when you fall apart for me.”
He rubbed Benji’s ass. The skin was warm, Benji could feel it radiating. But as Noah rubbed it, a strange hum overtook it. The sting faded to a throb, and for a second, Benji’s cock grew harder. His cockhead dripped onto the duvet below him.
Then Noah brought his hand down again, and the sharp pain made Benji’s eyes water, his arousal draining away. He tensed, waiting for the next one.
It didn’t come. Benji twisted, only remembering when he caught Noah’s expectant gaze.
“Shit, sorry,” Benji said. “Four. You can go harder.”
“I don’t know,” Noah said, rubbing the spot he kept smacking. “You’re already forgetting. If we do another round, you might forget how to count.”
Another round,Benji thought, caught between dread and excitement. How many times was he getting spanked?
Noah kept rubbing. The sting faded, the throb starting up again. Then just as Benji felt his cock start to stir, Noah’s hand came down and ruined it.
He gritted his teeth. “Five.”
Another smack. Tears sprang to his eyes.
“Six,” he gasped.
Smack.
“Seven.”
Smack.
“Eight. Harder,” Benji choked, a tear jolting down his cheek. “Come on,harder.”
But the next hit didn’t come. Benji kicked out, striking him in the shin.
“Come on,” he cried. “I can take it. Gimme another.”
Nothing happened. Not even rubbing, soothing away the sting.
“Benjamin,” Noah said. “You’re soft.”
