I shoved my thumbs in the waist of my trousers and scuffed the toe of my shoe on the floor.“Perhaps a good hiding will give us somewhere for our worries to go.For now.”
“I can see the sense of that, yes.”He reached out and touched my hair, smoothing the russet locks against my scalp and resting his palm against my cheek.“What shall I punish you for?”
I shrugged again, because I really didn’t care.I only wanted his strong hand on my backside, pushing all the scary feelings away and forcing me to focus on that one thing.
“For doubting your admittedly ill-placed devotion to me, Captain?”I asked, with the hint of a smile.
“Rooster.If anyone’s devotion is ill-placed, it’s yours.”
“Then punish me for that.”
“Punish you for giving me everything?”
“Aye.I’ve stolen your heart and given you mine, and now we’re caught in a tangle of fear and worry because we…we care so much for each other.”
“That does sound grave.”
“Aye.”
“All right then.Although I do feel the guilt for that is shared between us, I will do as you request, because I know how much you enjoy a hiding, particularly if I make you hold off finishing.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my nether regions filling at those words, even after all the emotional turmoil of our conversation.“Yes.”
“Perhaps you—and Domingo—are right, and this is exactly what we need.”
“Aye.We certainly shouldn’t discount the idea.”
“It would be rude to do so.”
“Aye.”
“Get the chair, and put it at the end of the bed.”
“Aye, Captain.”
I did as he’d ordered and placed the wooden straight chair where he’d indicated.
“Good boy,” he said, his voice gone deep and gravelly as he strode over and took off his jacket, handing the garment to me.“Put this on the armchair and take off your shoes and trousers.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Leave your shirt on.”
I nodded, doing as I was told, and removing my other garments.Being half-dressed made me feel more naked and vulnerable than if I’d been completely unclothed.I couldn’t explain why.
“Come here.”
He gazed at me with stern decision and the look of him, so focused on the task at hand, made my desire rise.My prick, which had been at a half stand with the prospect of a decent spanking on offer, filled even more.
I walked over to stand before him, the half-unbuttoned white shirt hitting me at mid-thigh, with my standing cock making a tent of the fabric in front.
Dinesh glanced at me and shook his head.
“Always inflamed by the thought of a good hiding.You were made for me, Rooster.”
“Seems so,” I agreed, giving him a half smile.
The familiar feeling of excitement, mixed with dread, mixed with a need great enough to topple me over, made my chest tighten and my palms sweat.In terms of a distraction, this was the best of them.
