“I think so.”
Leandro greets us with a smile, offers us coffee and tea, and after we’ve both declined, Giovanni excuses himself to use the restroom to prepare while we proceed into Leandro’s dungeon, both of us relaxing on the leather divan.
“What’s his temperament today?” Leandro asks.
“He’s in good spirits, and he’s looking forward to this.”
“And you?”
“I am feeling optimistic.”
We go over some possibilities for a scene and Giovanni joins us a little while later, still fully clothed. He walks to the center of the room to stand before us, awaiting his next instruction.
“Remove your clothes, sub,” I command, and Giovanni follows my order until he is naked, save for the belt, which serves as an enticing adornment with his soft cock safe and secure inside the clear implement. “The belt stays on,” I remind him.
“Yes, Sir.” he says, head bowed but with his shoulders pulled back.
“We tried the tawse before,” Leandro muses, “but I’m in the mood for a paddling today. How about you, sub?”
“Yes, Leandro. A paddling would be much appreciated.”
“Excellent. Then go to the wall and select your implement.”
Without any hesitation, Gio pivots toward the wall, looks over a half dozen paddles of varying textures and materials, and finally selects one in a dark walnut stain. One side of it is lacquered and smooth as glass while the other side is studded with painful looking metal spikes.
“The vampire paddle,” Leandro says. “Have you ever had one of these used on you before?”
“No, Leandro.”
“This one has quite a bite.”
“I’m counting on it.”
“You’re going to bleed with this one.” Leandro glances at me briefly. “Is that what you want, sub, to bleed for your Sir?”
“Yes, Leandro.”
Giovanni’s gaze shifts toward the paddling bench, where he was positioned the last time our scene went wrong. Noticing his hesitation, I say, “How about you come over here, princess, and lie across my lap?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir, I think that would be better.”
I spread my legs a little wider to make room for him. I prefer him here in my arms where I might comfort him while enduring this pain, however welcome it may be, for my own peace of mind and his too. Giovanni hands the paddle to Leandro and arranges himself across my lap with his cheek pressed against the leather, ass framed by the jock’s elastic and raised high enough to act as a target. His genitals are protected by the hard plastic. I draw one hand up along his flank and give his ass a squeeze to reassure him. My other hand slides up the valley of his spine and digs into his hair at the root. I lift his golden locks to find my collar snug against the nape of his neck.
Leandro says in his soothing voice, “I’m going to warm you up with the smooth side, ten to start. Then we’ll do a round of ten with the studded side, and if you make it through that, we’ll conclude with ten more on the smooth side. If you want me to stop, use your safeword.”
“I will, I promise,” Giovanni says.
“Silvio,” Leandro says pointedly, “you too.”
I nod. My apprehension at seeing my boy in pain mingles with my arousal at his willingness to make himself so vulnerable and causes an altogether confusing sensation. Giovanni trembles, prostrated before Leandro, and I remind myself to breathe. “You can do this,” I say to him as Leandro slides his capable hands into black, leather gloves.
“Thank you for your confidence, Sir.”
“Color, sub?” Leandro asks.
“Green, Leandro.”
“Silvio?”
