“Come here, and we will go over this now.”
His tone isn’t demanding, but it’s enough to get me up and moving over to him. He rolls himself away from his desk on his chair and motions for me to stand at the desk, my legs between his.
“Jamie, you’re so smart, so eager, but also, so careless,” he states as he rolls himself on his chair closer to the back of me.
“Hands and elbows flat on the desk, Jamie. I want you to look at your mistakes and tell me how to fix each error that’s in red.”
My hands are slightly trembling as I place them in front of me, making me bend slightly over it as I lean onto my elbows.
I’m flush with embarrassment as I realise, he’s got a front-row seat to my bare ass in this tight jockstrap.
A warm hand comes to rest on my lower back, pushing me slightly so that my back arches the way that he wants. Then, hot and soft, Arnie plants a kiss on there.
What the fuck?
“You know the traffic light system?” he murmurs into my skin. I nod and he smacks my flesh so hard I gasp.
"Begin."
Chapter 9
Arnie
I didn’t have to come up with any old excuse in the end for Jamie to be punished. His answers were almost all correct but written sloppily. Brackets are missing, and entire lines of work, done in his head, skipping key elements to show his work, adorn the paper in front of us.
Bent over on his elbows, his delicate dancer’s frame in front of me, I can’t help but think of how lucky I am that Jamie is trusting me like this.
With his mind, his body, and it’s so brave of him to enter this dynamic, unaware of what he’s giving to me as well.
He tells me where he went wrong with the first red mark I’ve made on the paper, and my hand comes down to connect with his pale skin. He moves as if trying to get away, but I tuck my other arm under his waist and keep him there.
“Good, Jamie, move on to the next one.”
His breathing hitches, and for a second, I think he might sayredorstop, but he carries on to the next red mark and I smack the other side of him, sending a groan out of him mid-sentence.
We dance back and forth between his wrong-doing and my punishment for it. He gasps, groans, and eventually humps the air.
Seems my genius loves spanking, how fortunate for me. I’m hard under my sweats, but this session isn’t about me. It’s aboutpushing Jamie, reinforcing the good within him whilst removing the bad habits with his work.
“Keep going, Jamie, you’re doing so well. Just a few more, and then we will do the last punishment.”
I kiss the flank of his ass that’s sprinkled with light freckles before swiping my palm through the air and cracking him again. I make blows to each side, then one in the middle. His groans become moans; he’s panting by the time he’s finished reading the red errors.
He slumps into the desk, turning his face to look up at me. A fresh line of sweat is on his brow, and his cheeks are as red as his puffy, wet eyes.
“Colour?”
He closes his eyes and, with a shaky breath, tells me green when he reopens them. A single tear rolls down his cheek. Beautiful. I stroke his stomach with my thumb where I’m still holding him in place. Soothing him before offering him the chance to bask in the blissful pain he’s endured. To give him a chance to fly.
“I’m going to give you a choice here, Jamie. You have the option to take twelve harsher hits now, or I will allow you to get off on me and add those twelve hits to your next punishment whenever it happens."
He blinks slowly, as if he’s already floating away into subspace. I rub up and down his legs, over his delicious peach of an ass, then back to his stomach. Never seeming to get enough of touching his creamy skin. He hums in what seems to be some sort of contentment before making his decision.
A part of me wants him to choose the latter so I can see his radiant features as he releases.
“Twelve. Please,” he whispers, but his tone tells me he’s aware of what he’s asking for, and I am all too happy to oblige.
Rubbing his sore, red skin before getting him back into position, I lean close to tell him, “These will hurt more. Red to stop, and I will; you can trust me. Ready?”
