Midnight Raider #2
“Good boy. Come on now, over my lap.”
Mr. Sandiston brought his knees together and guided Leo over them so that Leo’s head dangled down, face brushing against the softness of the black and white checkers.
On the other side of Mr. Sandiston’s lap, his toes barely touched the ground.
Mr. Sandiston was so tall, so well-built.
His thighs were strong beneath Leo’s stomach, pressing against his aching cock.
He shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but a light tap on his ass warned him to stay still.
Dignity, he reminded himself, though he didn’t see how any dignity could be found in this position. Then Mr. Sandiston’s thick fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers to draw them down and everything was that much worse. He whimpered at the wash of cold air against his ass cheeks.
“This is going to hurt,” Mr. Sandiston warned. “But remember, no screaming. Bite your lip if you have to.” And then his hefty hand cracked down on Leo’s bare ass.
The first blow was sharp and painful, the second worse.
For some reason, he hadn’t expected it to hurt so bad.
He’d thought he would be able to bear it.
Tears streamed down his face, but he kept quiet by biting his lip as Mr. Sandiston had suggested.
Heat radiated through him, centering on his ass but extending everywhere.
No longer did he feel the chill of the room, only the warmth of Mr. Sandiston’s hand and the need churning in his cock.
He was so hard and hot. Fire burning in his ass.
Fire burning everywhere. Tears of pain and desperation but not enough of them to cool him off.
He wanted to beg, but if he opened his mouth, he would scream.
And more than anything, he wanted Mr. Sandiston to be pleased with him.
But he didn’t see how he could endure it.
He might choke. He might come. He might incinerate.
Anything could happen in this new and horrible, wonderful world he’d stumbled into.
“There you go.” Mr. Sandiston patted his ass like he was soothing a fussing baby. “There you go, Leo. There you go. All done.” He drew Leo’s shorts up over the globes of his ass and snapped them around his waist. “Come on up here.”
With very little help from Leo, he managed to get Leo settled on his lap, then made a displeased tsking sound. “Look what you did to that lip.” He pried it gently free from Leo’s teeth, then leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “You did well, Leo. I’m very pleased with you.”
Leo sniffled. He wanted to rest his head against Mr. Sandiston’s chest but he didn’t know if that was allowed.
He leaned in a fraction of an inch at a time until Mr. Sandiston’s arm came around him, then he sighed happily and gave in to it.
Mr. Sandiston’s chest was broad, and his heart beat with a resonant thud beneath Leo’s cheek.
“Since you did so well, I’m going to give you a reward. How would you like to get yourself off?”
The question surprised Leo so much he almost jumped right off Mr. Sandiston’s lap.
Mr. Sandiston chuckled, the sound rich in Leo’s ears.
“I can see how hard you are, Leo. You’ve been hard this whole time.”
He shrank deeper into Mr. Sandiston’s lap, embarrassed. Of course there was no missing his erection. It had made a giant wet splotch on the fabric of his boxers and had been sliding back and forth across Mr. Sandiston’s firm thighs while he was getting spanked.
“Go ahead. Touch yourself.”
Leo inched his hand toward his cock as slowly as he’d rested his cheek against Mr. Sandiston’s chest, but the first touch was electric.
He scrambled to get his hand under the fabric of his boxers, needing direct contact.
With one hand down his shorts and the other gripping Mr. Sandiston’s bicep, he jerked himself off with frantic, desperate movements, biting down on his lip again to keep quiet as he came into his fist.
“There you go,” Mr. Sandiston said warmly. “Better?”
He nodded, though he was tired now, sated and exhausted. His ass ached and his hand was sticky and he couldn’t look Mr. Sandiston in the eye. Mr. Sandiston stood up and deposited him back in the chair.
“Stay there.”
He went away, leaving Leo confused and embarrassed. He was about to slink away to Julian’s room when Mr. Sandiston returned with a plate in one hand and a Wet-Nap in the other.
“Your sandwich,” he said. “We wouldn’t want one of our guests to go hungry. Please turn out the lights when you’re done and be quiet going up the stairs. And, Leo? In the future, do better.”
With that admonishment, Mr. Sandiston left, closing the door softly behind him.
Leo cleaned his sticky hand with the Wet-Nap, then swiped it under his boxers to remove the worst of what he’d left behind.
He found a wastebasket and deposited the used Wet-Nap inside it, then contemplated his sandwich.
Turkey, cheese, onion, lettuce, and spicy mustard. Just what he’d planned to make.
He fell on it ravenously, and by the time he’d finished eating, he felt better.
Even his ass didn’t hurt as much. He brought his empty dish to the kitchen, figuring the least he could do was clean up the mustard.
But Mr. Sandiston had already done that.
The kitchen sparkled, as clean as it’d been when Leo got there, everything stored tidily away.
He put his dish in the dishwasher and turned out the light, then made his way quietly upstairs.
Up in the top bunk again, he rested his hand against his bare stomach, wondering if any of that had really happened. Maybe it’d all been a dream. But no, his stomach was full and his ass was sore. It hadn’t been a dream. His friend’s father really had spanked him for raiding the refrigerator.
Do better, Mr. Sandiston had said. But Leo didn’t think he would.
~~The End~~
Like the best friend’s father trope? Then you might enjoy Owned, which starts with a spanking ably administered by a friend’s father, followed by a whole lot more action with the friend