“Oh.” Cocking his head, he studied me for a moment. “That’s entirely possible.”
“You’re brilliant too, but practice makes perfect. You’ll figure it out.” And I’d thoroughly enjoy watching him do it. “But what comes next?”
His slouch came back but he sat up after a split-second. “I’m straight.”
“No, you’re not.” My dry delivery was probably what made it funny but he laughed so hard he nearly fell off my lap. “You’re cute, though.”
Still snickering, he curled back into me and started stroking my chest as he worked on a new way to manipulate me. “What happens if my spanking makes me cry?”
“I kiss your tears away and give you lots of snuggles.” He didn’t seem terribly worried about that, so I kept my answer on the more erotic side of honest. “You’d look sweet and sexy with tears in your eyes. I bet you’re one of those cute criers.”
Yep.
Adorable.
He nodded and sighed. “I can’t help it.”
Insane too.
“What happens if I hump your lap and come?” He shrugged. “It happens.”
Laughing would not be the right response but he made it hard to sound serious. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold you tight this time so you can’t hump my lap.”
“Ugh.” His grunt was what almost broke my resolve, but I managed to keep my delight firmly in check. “What if I hate it? That would be terrible but some subs just don’t like spankings.”
I absolutely loved that he was sad that he might hate spankings.
“Then I’ll find another way to remind you who you belong to when I help correct your behavior.” There were countless ways to drive him crazy. “But based on how well you liked playing tug, I don’t think spankings will be a problem.”
It’d taken quite a bit of action to his cock before he’d decided it’d gone from easy fun to something else. There was no fucking way it would be something he hated, but it was a reasonable fear in the moment.
“Emerson and the guys will be so disappointed if I hate them.” He was back to exhaling like he was in a bad TV drama. “I don’t want to disappoint them.”
There wasn’t a logical response that he wanted to hear in the moment, so I kept it ridiculous. “We don’t have to tell them. You can tell them about getting dressed up and playing tug and being tied down. You’ll have lots of stories to share as you follow them around and end up in the same places they hang out.”
So…when he stalked them.
“Oh.” Popping up like a Jack-in-the-Box, he gave me a beaming smile. “Yes. I’ll be vague about the parts I don’t like and I’ll tell them about all the fun things. I don’t think they know about playing tug because they never talked about that.”
“Then you can educate them about it.” He was going to tell them anyway, so giving him permission made the most sense. “They’ll be more focused on how much you liked looking pretty for me and how you have an Owner now.”
His ear-to-ear grin stayed in place as he did a happy dance on my lap. “And they’ll love how hard I made you. That’s important too.”
Great.
I wasn’t one of those guys who went around bragging about having a big dick, but I was really glad I had a big dick.
“See?” I kissed his forehead before stroking his hair. “Nothing to worry about.”
“I’ll find something new to worry about.” He seemed to think kissing my cheek made that sound more reasonable. “Don’t worry.”
I wasn’t going to promise that. “Spanking time. Then we’ll explore.”
“Four on each cheek?” His innocent smile was utterly sincere that time but my favorite part was the way he hopped off my lap and immediately laid himself over it to present me with his bottom. “Is that going to be enough to make it pretty?”
“No, and it was four total. But this isn’t a reward. This is consequences. You’re going to have to live with a barely pinkbottom that doesn’t hurt nearly enough. If you want a good spanking, you’re going to have to answer my questions quickly next time.” We were going to have a long discussion on the difference between rewards and consequences.
“Oh.” He went boneless and huffed. “That’s terrible.”
