Chapter 9
Anson
His adorable manipulation wasn’t subtle at all, but he was very pleased with himself. It got even better when I gave his ass another firm pat and kept my expression stern. “A spanking is the only way to prove this to you. Do you understand that?”
And was he going to consent to it?
Technically we’d talked through enough limits today that I knew how it should go, but for his first spanking, I wanted to touch base a bit more before we kept going in that direction.
Luckily for me, every thought Kennedy had flashed over his face or came out of his mouth, so I wasn’t surprised when he shivered and smiled as he curled into me. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
This time it was both.
“I’m glad.” Because it was going to be fun to show him how fast I could make him come. “Stand up.”
His legs were already slightly wobbly, but he didn’t let that stop him. He did understand how questionable his balance looked, though, giving me a confident smile I didn’t believe for a moment. “I’m fine. We just did a lot of walking.”
Sure.
“Well, it’s a very good thing standing isn’t going to be necessary for very long.” Because he was already so excited he was twitching. “And I’m going to be the one exerting all the effort here, so we don’t need to worry about tired muscles.”
His head cocked and I could see him walking through my questionable logic, but my releasing the button on his pants distracted him. “Oh. Yes, spankings mean naked bottoms.”
Someone had been doing their research.
“That’s right.” For a variety of reasons, actually. But he didn’t seem interested in hearing them and I wasn’t sure he could’ve processed any of them. “And I’m looking forward to seeing your naked bottom.”
That got me another shiver, but it might’ve been because I’d peeled the tiny briefs down again, baring his cock. “Look who’s coming out to play.”
Kennedy whined, his hips thrusting forward to get more attention, but I gave him a tap on the end of his dick and shook my head. As he sucked in a breath and his eyes widened, I frowned. “No bratting. You have to be patient.”
He hadn’t panicked or safeworded, so I loosely wrapped my hand around his erection and gently stroked it. “Who decides how he gets to play?”
It took Kennedy several seconds to respond, but after a few moments, he let out a breath and found his ability to speak. “You, Sir.”
Still not a safeword.
“Are you allowed to thrust your erection at me and demand attention for it?” His mind was still blown, so I stayed on our current topic to see if I could figure out what he was thinking before we moved to something new.
“No.” Blinking a few times, his gaze dropped to his dick. “You tapped it because it was naughty.”
He was naughty.
“Yes. I had to get your attention and his.” Rubbing the head of his erection, I teased his slit with the pad of my thumb. “Was it too painful?”
I knew the answer before he started shaking his head, but I was glad to see we were both on the same page.
“I’m glad. Did it get your attention?” Again, it was another question I already knew the answer to, but I liked knowing I was right when he nodded.
“Some subs like having their cocks flicked and tapped.” Using his own word, I continued stroking his cock and rewarding him for talking about what was happening. “Do you think your cock would like for us to experiment more with taps?”
It wasn’t how I’d have said it, but tap was a gentler way to describe it and probably more accurate.
“It’s…” Kennedy paused, still watching my hand as he licked his lips. “I saw it online. Other subs like it.”
Well, it seemed like we were both up-to-date on that information.
“And it was a good way to get our attention.” Marveling at whatever was going through his mind, Kennedy slowly processed the question. “I think…I think he’s willing to explore that. I wasn’t sure…I wasn’t sure what to put on the list about pain on my penis. I was open to it, but this was good information.”
He’d been willing to try it but now he’d decided it wasn’t as scary as he’d thought?
“He might like it even better if he had an audience.” Barely rubbing right under the head of his cock, I smiled as Kennedy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “It might make him feel naughty or embarrassed or proud. He might not even know why he wants it.”
Shaking, Kennedy nodded as he tried to get his brain to work. “I…I saw a sub online…he got…shoot.”
It would’ve been easier to talk if I’d stopped fucking with him, but I wasn’t going to do that. Kennedy didn’t even try to ask me either. He just took a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. “I saw a sub online. He got…he got his penis smacked with a ruler. It was…it was a scene. He was…he was a naughty student.”
“Oh, that would be fun.” Gently tapping the underside of his cock with two fingers of my other hand, I chuckled when he jumped. “ Smack . Naughty boys who argue with their professors get punished.”
“Wow.” Kennedy’s entire body seemed to clench and his cock jumped in my hand. “That’s sexier than I thought.”
“Should we find some fantasies to explore?” Since he seemed to be in the right headspace, I eased him down over my lap so he was stretched out down the couch. He kept his eyes closed and pressed his face into the cushion, but he let me move him around easily.
Bracing one hand over his lower back to keep him safe, I rubbed his cheeks with my other hand and just let him feel the first step. “You’d like being a naughty student. What about being a dirty assistant? Should I make you file while I’m teasing you with toys? Spank you when you make a mistake?”
His low, sexy moan made me smile, but I loved the way he humped my lap, chasing the fantasies…because it gave me an excuse to give him his first spank. “Naughty boy. You’ve been lazy with your filing today and now you think you’re going to hump my lap?”
Tsking, I rubbed over the pink skin and let the sensations soak through him. Kennedy barely sucked in a breath but it hadn’t been that hard, so I wasn’t surprised. After a few seconds, he shook his head. “No, I’ll be good, Sir.”
Widening my circles so I started caressing his other cheek, I quickly brought my hand down again. That time I got a moan and his hips rocked again. It took him a few seconds too long to realize what he’d done, though. “I’m not humping. I just…I just had an itch.”
“ On your penis ?” He must have heard my disbelief but he pushed through it and nodded.
“Yes, they get uncomfortable when they’re enlarged.”
How he managed to say that sounding utterly reasonable I’d never know.
“You will not resolve an itch to your penis on my lap without permission.” I ignored his muttered damn it and gave his ass another pop. “When you are getting a spanking, all scratches, rubs, caresses, and smacks will be approved by me. Is that understood?”
Scattering spanks as I punctuated each option, I wasn’t surprised when he moaned before he could answer. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Rubbing his pink cheeks, I let the heat start soaking in as I slowly caressed him. “But what do good boys get?”
It took another moan before he could answer, but he tensed and somehow managed not to hump my lap again. “They…”
He took a deep breath, letting it out as he shivered and wiggled. “They get a reward. You…you said I was a good boy.”
“That’s right.” His hard dick would’ve said just how into the scene he was, but his sexy moans and the quiet, needy sounds he made were perfect clues.
So I kept rubbing his ass, squeezing his cheeks to keep him on the edge. “You haven’t humped my lap again and you’re so hard I can feel you poking me.”
Kennedy moaned but his ass pushed up as I pressed my fingers into his sensitive cheeks. “I…I want to hump you so bad, Sir. But…but I’m being good.”
Because orgasming was more important to him…so I decided to see how quickly I could make him come.
Shifting the hand on his back lower, I pressed my thumb against his needy hole and gave him another spank, keeping it on the lighter side. Kennedy shivered and moaned, clenching around my finger as I kept up a slow rhythm of spanks.
He made it two spanks longer than I thought he would.
All it took was barely pressing into him and stretching his hole with one spank aimed low on his ass.
Boom.
Kennedy cried out, clenching around me, and as soon as his orgasm exploded, he started humping me as fast as his hips could thrust.
I wrung every drop of pleasure I could get from him, fucking him with my finger and squeezing his ass, but once he was boneless and fighting to catch his breath, I patted one cheek. “I won. And were you humping my lap?”
He let out a strangled giggle but shook his head. “I think it was an earthquake.”
We were going to have to work on his excuses.
“Ah, I’ll have to check on that later.” Much later. “But I still proved my point.”
Giggling again, Kennedy nodded against the couch before finally turning his head and aiming a smile at me. “Yep, my dick likes you best.”
Damn straight…or not so straight.
“I think you’ll find that most of you likes me best.” Slowly running my hand over his ass as he giggled, I shrugged. “It’s a curse of being a Dom, but I’m confident I can handle the responsibility.”
“You’re very good with making decisions and handling things, so you’re probably right.” Kennedy was wearing a teasing grin, but I had a feeling he was being more honest than he wanted to admit. “I think that means you should probably figure out what happens next because your pants are dirty and I’m stuck. My pants are trying to eat my legs.”
He wasn’t wrong about that but I managed not to laugh. “We’ll just have to make you naked…and me too. You’re going to have to help me wash my pants, so I’m going to have to stay for a while.”
With any other date, I’d have worried about overstaying my welcome, but it was different with Kennedy, and I still hadn’t made love to him yet. The way his eyes lit up and he sucked in a breath said he approved, but he tried to play it cool, nodding slowly. “That makes sense. Yes. Since I got you dirty and all.”
Yep, it was his fault, so he had to deal with the consequences.
Nothing to get excited about here.
“Correct.” Trailing one finger down the middle of his ass, I teased over his hole to make sure he still remembered who it belonged to. “And I haven’t gotten to fuck this tight little hole yet. Oh, and we need to talk about a few ways to explore your fantasy.”
And that had his brain firing a million different ways all at once.
“You do? You are? I mean, we will?” Barely pausing to take a breath, he scrambled to sit up and just ended up nearly taking a header off the couch before I caught him. “How can we? You might not want to? Francis said—”
Cutting him off with a kiss, I ignored his questions while I took off his shoes and pants and did my best to keep him steady on my lap. “I will answer you once you’re naked and not going to break your neck.”
Looking down at himself, Kennedy stopped wiggling. “Yes, falling is scary. I don’t like that sensation.”
His death was higher on my list of things to worry about, but I nodded. “Then let’s try not to fall off my lap wiggling too much.”
I only had so many hands.
“Francis reads books about alien Doms with tentacle arms. He says they could keep even me still but I’m not sure I want tentacles inside my ass.” Muttering something about lightning that didn’t make sense, Kennedy relaxed into me as soon as his shirt came off. “Now I’m not stuck. That’s much better.”
His brain and body stayed calm for about five seconds until everything in him started flashing again, like he’d won a slot machine jackpot. He went stiff and sat up straight, staring into my eyes. “I’m naked and not going to die now.”
Chuckling, I had to agree with him. “You’re right, so let’s see if I can answer some of your questions.”
I just had to figure out what he’d been trying to ask.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind, which would be perfectly understandable, yes, I’m going to fuck you at some point this evening.” He also needed to be fed again sometime and for us to handle a few very practical things, but fucking was high on my to-do list.
When nothing in his reaction said I needed to adjust that part of our plans, I kept working my way through what I thought he’d been trying to ask. “Yes, I’m still very interested in exploring your fantasies. Firstly, that means we need to go over your limits list so we’re both on the same page, and secondly, we need to work on a first-step scene to see how you like the basic parts of the fantasy.”
Licking his lips and swallowing, Kennedy seemed to be following along. “You need to know what my limits are and what I’m comfortable with, and it’s like taking baby steps into a new activity. We see what parts we like and then we can plan bigger.”
As I nodded, Kennedy’s brain kept going. “I wanted to learn to rock climb, but Francis said we had to start small so I didn’t kill myself. So we went to this climbing gym place. That’s when I figured out I didn’t like the falling stuff.”
Oh.
“So no climbing.” Kennedy’s brows pulled together and I could see where his mind was going with the comparison.
“No climbing, but for us it wouldn’t quite be the same.” That got his attention, so I continued as he frowned. “Even if we didn’t like one piece or all of the scene we picked out to test-drive the fantasy, there are ways to adapt it.”
How?
He needed an example.
Oh.
“Say you didn’t actually like someone else fucking you.” I didn’t think that would be an issue, but it was impossible to predict everything that would happen in a scene. “If you liked being watched and getting fucked, we could do a scene at a BDSM club where I blindfolded you and used dildos on you. Then at the end of the scene I’d fuck you.”
Kennedy’s eyes widened as a light bulb almost went off over his head. “We’d take the pieces we liked and figure out new scenes.”
“That’s right. There’s no right or wrong. We explore new options to get the feelings we’re looking for. There is never just one scene that would fulfill a fantasy.” Never.
No matter how interesting the need was, there were always a variety of ways to satisfy it…I might just have to figure out a way to give Kennedy a hands-on demonstration of that fact.