“Good. Now over my lap.”
I hesitate for a second, not sure what that means exactly. Matthias’s eyes burn into me, staring until I start moving toward him. I don’t need to guess at his words because, as soon as I’m close enough, he helps me get into position, bent over his lap with my cock between his legs.
“Comfortable?”
Not really. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
A shiver races down my spine. “Yes, Daddy.”
When Matthias puts his hand on my ass, I flinch. Even though all he’s doing is rubbing the skin and kneading my flesh, my mind is bracing for the next step. I bury my face in the comforter, afraid he’ll see how red I am. Although, in this position, with all my skin on display, he can likely see my whole body blushing.
“Ten spanks, that’s the punishment for not talking to me about these issues. As soon as we’re done, all is forgiven. We don’t need to talk about it again unless you have an issue.”
I nod, not trusting my words.
“What’s your safeword, Firecracker?” It takes me aminute to pull it from my mind, especially since we haven’t used it in the bedroom, only at social events.
“Octopus, Daddy.”
“Good boy. I want you to count these for me out loud.” He removes his hand, and I immediately miss the contact. “And, Firecracker, no coming.”
I almost laugh at his final comment. I highly doubt there’s any chance of that. Except, my half-hard cock is still there, between his massive thighs, hopeful that all of this eventually leads somewhere more pleasurable.
The first smack against my skin surprises me more than anything else. It doesn’t hurt so much as sting. I’m pretty sure it’s worse in my head than it is on my ass. “One,” I count. I can do this.
The second one lands on my other cheek. This time, I’m ready for it, the sound not startling me as much. “Two.”
“That’s good, Firecracker.”
When he reaches four, I break. A sob wracks my body before tears spill over. Great, I’m crying. Again. I thought I’d run out of tears back in the car, but my body apparently made more.
He switches back and forth between my cheeks, but randomly, so I never know where the next one is going to fall.
“Six.”
I’m a complete mess. With every smack of his hand, some piece of me falls apart. Or maybe it’s falling together, I’m not sure anymore. Tears stream down my face, but it’s not because of the pain. Yeah, it hurts, but not that much. It’s more of a warm, tingly sensation. It’s like somehow he’s managing to push out all my emotions. Over my parents asking me to leave, and lying to Matthias about my needto find a new place to live. All my concerns over school, work, and home. Our relationship.
At the same time, my cock is hard as steel. Each time he spanks me, the bit of movement creates the perfect amount of friction. All those early days, wanting to rub myself off on Matthias’s thighs. Well, here I am doing exactly that.
Matthias must know how turned-on I am. If he misses my hard cock, he likely can’t miss the way I’m leaking all over his inner thigh. Not the kind of thing that’s easy to ignore.
“Two more. You doing okay?”
That’s a tough question to answer. I’m on the verge of something, but I’m not sure what. I’m worried it might be my orgasm after getting strict instructions not to come.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Almost the minute the words leave his mouth, his hand lands on my ass again.
I moan and rock forward, pushing my cock against his thigh. All that does is make me moan again. Harder. “Nine,” the word is shaky as it leaves my mouth.
When the last one lands, he leaves his hand there, kneading the sensitive flesh. “Ten,” I whisper.
“You did so good, Firecracker.” He rubs his hands gently over my skin. It takes a second for my brain to come online and realize he’s got lotion or something. It tingles with a cooling sensation as he spreads it around. “Taking your punishment for your Daddy.”
I groan and cant my hips, looking for friction.
