Part Seven Yours Sincerely #3
When he spoke, Joe made a point of keeping his voice level and matter of fact.
“That first flogging I gave you was very gentle for good reasons. I didn’t know how much you’d done or what you were really into, but I doubted you had much experience.
I wasn’t going to risk scaring you off, or take the chance of freaking you out just before my shift started. ”
Scott squirmed, as if he believed there was some way in hell he was actually going to find an entirely comfortable position when he was head down and arse up over Joe’s lap.
“The flogger didn’t hurt at all, did it?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head.
Joe ran his hand all the way down Scott’s leg, from thigh to ankle, then back up. “It just felt good, right? Hot and tingly. All it did was make you want more.”
Scott gasped when Joe slid his fingers between his arse cheeks to circle his hole. “Yeah,” he moaned. “R-r-right.” He rocked his hips, pushing his cock against Joe’s leg.
“This spanking won’t be like that,” Joe said. “This will hurt.”
Scott froze mid-thrust.
“If you turn out to be a masochist, you’ll really like that,” Joe went on in that same purposefully conversational tone of voice.
“But if it turns out that you’re not into pain, then you won’t like it.
” He paused for a moment, considering the possibilities.
“That’s not a deal breaker, it’s just something that is what it is. ”
“I c-can—” Scott began.
“Hush.”
“B-but—” Scott tried again.
“I knew a man a few years ago who didn’t like pain for its own sake, but he loved being spanked because he knew how much his master enjoyed spanking him. Another guy I played with a while back really got off on having marks on his body, even if he didn’t enjoy actually getting them.”
Scott lay very still over Joe’s lap, apparently thinking about everything he said very carefully. “That was okay w-with you?” he finally asked.
“If I wanted someone who always matched my kinks perfectly and was always completely predictable, I wouldn’t bother screwing anyone.
I’d just close my eyes and make up some cute little fantasy to jack off to.
” Joe stroked his hand over Scott’s arse again, relishing the way Scott’s muscles clenched and flexed beneath his palm.
“It’s the reality of owning another man that makes dominating him hot—not the fantasy. ”
Scott pushed his shaft against Joe’s leg again.
“So I expect you to be honest about how much this hurts and how much you either love or hate it. Understand?” Joe said, letting his tone of voice turn deadly serious for a few seconds.
“Yeah, I—”
Scott broke off abruptly when Joe brought his hand down on his arse for the first time.
* * * * *
Scott jerked forward. His fingers slipped against the floorboards. The noise of the smack echoed off the bare walls, making it sound far harsher than it had actually felt. Warmth spread through Scott’s right buttock, but very little pain followed in its wake.
He twisted his neck, trying to peer over his shoulder and see if there was any kind of mark left on his skin. It was silly to get his hopes up so soon, but the urge to check was impossible to resist.
“Oh no you don’t.” Joe ruffled Scott’s hair as he pushed his head back down. “This is about how you feel, not about how you look. Vanity can come later—if you’re good.”
Scott gazed down at the floorboards between his hands.
There was a dark, twisted knot right in the centre of one of the boards.
He let his eyes rest upon it while he made a concerted effort to redirect his thoughts toward the mild stinging sensation in his right buttock and push everything else out of his mind.
Joe caressed the skin he’d just struck. It was the most tender touch Scott ever remembered receiving. He frowned at the realisation. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be about gentleness.
“I—”
Scott cut off as Joe brought his hand down on his left buttock. He was just a little more ready for it that time. His first impressions had been correct. No pain, just heat.
The sound raced through the air, then warmth washed over his skin. Just a moment after that, something else radiated out from the point of contact. It spread slowly through Scott’s body until it reached the tip of every finger and toe, and filled him to the brim with its presence.
It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t heat. Maybe it was something like a combination of both—with a heaped spoonful of perfection added in too.
Scott closed his eyes, struggling to concentrate on what was going on inside his body while most of his brain wanted nothing more than to slip into neutral and just coast along for the ride of its life.
It wasn’t long before Joe brought his cupped hand down again. Scott gasped as Joe struck the exact same point that he’d spanked before. The heat was more intense this time. It coiled and snaked through Scott’s muscles, causing them to tense and relax outside of his control.
Joe didn’t wait around now. He struck Scott’s left buttock.
Scott squirmed, trying to move himself into a more comfortable position over Joe’s lap, as another wave of endorphins flew through his veins.
All the blood was rushing to his head. His toes cramped as he tried to maintain his awkward position.
Both things diverted his attention from the way Joe’s hand was warming his arse, and Scott couldn’t accept anything distracting him.
He needed to be able to focus—not just because Joe told him to, but because every cell in his body demanded it.
Something within Scott screamed that this was important. It wasn’t so much that a particular part of him liked the way the spanking felt. Every bit of him was completely fascinated by it—that was closer to the mark.
Until that point, Joe’s left forearm had rested lightly over the small of Scott’s back. Now, Joe tightened his grip on him; holding him down and leaving him no choice but to accept the position he was in.
Without uttering a word, Joe still managed to make himself heard loud and clear. There was no point in Scott fidgeting—he wasn’t going anywhere.
Freed from any temptation to try to rearrange himself, Scott fell still.
Either his ears honed in more effectively once he stopped wriggling, or the spanks grew harder and louder.
The sound filled Scott’s head. Like the beat of a lover’s heart or the regular rhythm of a war drum, it called to him and sent adrenaline pounding through his veins in perfect time with his spanking.
More and more heat built up in the skin as Joe struck his buttocks. No single blow was hard, but as Joe layered the spanks, one over another, they morphed into something different to anything Scott had ever known.
He whimpered as scorching flames seeped deeper into the thick layers of muscle. Somehow, they wove their way through his body until they reached his cock.
His shaft was so hard it throbbed in time with each beat of Scott’s heart. Trapped beneath him, Scott’s erection rubbed alongside Joe’s thigh each time Scott swayed from the force of a spank, but that bit of friction offered no hope of anything other than increased frustration.
There was no chance of relief unless Joe decided to grant it—even if Scott was dizzy with pleasure, he still knew that.
Scott gasped as Joe brought his hand down upon the sensitive flesh where the top of his thigh met his buttock.
Scott’s fingers slid away from him as his toes lost their tenuous purchase on the wooden floor.
All of Scott’s weight came to rest on Joe’s lap.
The air rushed out of Scott’s lungs, but Joe didn’t even lose his rhythm.
Joe kept on going as if he hadn’t even noticed a change.
It was easy for Scott to believe that nothing would stop Joe now.
Empires could rise and fall. The earth could spin out of orbit and spiral in toward the sun and certain destruction.
But Joe would still be there, holding Scott firmly in place so he could keep spanking his bare arse without pause.
Scott whimpered at the idea. As soon as the sound left his mouth, he was powerless to stop other pleasure-filled noises following it. His moans and grunts of bliss filled the silence between the sounds of Joe’s cupped palm connecting heavily with his arse.
The chair legs creaked as they slid several inches across the bare floorboards. It didn’t occur to Scott to try to stop himself toppling off Joe’s lap. It didn’t seem possible that he could fall—that Joe wasn’t in complete control of that as well as everything else in the world.
Scott’s mind was blank. Unable to think about anything that had happened in the past, or anything that might happen in the future, he was trapped in the moment.
Joe was the only man Scott could think about. In his own mind, even Scott himself ceased to matter. Joe was the centre of the universe, everything else was just dust in his orbit.
Nerve endings that had barely whispered through the first twenty-plus years of Scott’s life sung out as if they’d been secretly training for the stage. Sweat broke out across his skin, and still Joe kept bringing his hand down on Scott’s arse.
Pleasure and pain. Pain and pleasure. Scott no longer knew the difference—he wasn’t even sure there was a difference.
Then, there was nothing.
For a moment, Scott thought he might have passed out. Panic rushed through him at the possibility that the spanking might be continuing uninterrupted, but his conscious mind simply wasn’t there to enjoy it anymore.
Scott managed to open his eyes. The floorboards were blurry, but they were undeniably there. His eyes were working, and so was every other part of him.
He hadn’t stopped processing the spanking. The spanking had stopped.
No! That was even worse. It couldn’t be allowed to happen.
For the first time since Joe had tightened his hold on him, Scott began to struggle. He must have done something appalling to make Joe stop. That was the only explanation.