“Yes, Sir.”
“And why is that, Princess?”
“I didn’t inform you that my knees were hurting beyond an acceptable amount.”
“Correct and what else?” Perry's fingers moved from cupping my chin to stroking my beard in soft strokes. Part of me wanted to sass, to have some sort of bratty comment but the other side, dying for physical touch, wanted to purr at his soft touches.
“I’m not sure.” I blinked, trying to remember, then it struck me. “I put myself down.”
“Good boy. Now, I want you to stand and walk over to the bed. When I give a spanking, I like to feel bare skin, but that is up to you. I’m more than happy if you prefer to keep your underwear on.” Thank fuck for the tight leather of my shorts or my cock would be up and cheering like a Man U fan on match day. Bloody hell, Perry was managing to hit every one of my kinky needs without even trying.
“Bare please, Sir.” I couldn’t verbalise just how much I needed this. Hell, I hadn’t realised how badly I needed it until that very moment. The solid ache I held close to my chest had lessened. I didn't want to think too closely about what it could mean for me and my thoughts about Perry. In that moment, though, he was the Master I needed.
Perry sat on the edge of the bed and watched as I pulled my leather shorts down. I left my harness on as I knew it wouldn’t be getting in the way. Perry's eyes were unguarded as he gave me an appreciative glance and smiled slightly.
“You really have been holding out on me. Such a sexy man.” I looked into Perry’s eyes and caught my breath. It had been a long time since someone had looked at me like that.
“Thank you, Sir. I’m happy you find my appearance pleasing.” I curled my toes into the soft rug beneath them as I stood still and let Master inspect me. I was thinking of him as Master again. It felt good and right, even if it was only for the night.
Perry hummed and beckoned me forward. “Come here. Princess. Time for your punishment.” Perry had positioned himself so he was mostly on the bed, allowing me to drapemyself over his lap and not put strain on my knees. He was showing more consideration for me than many Doms had in the past.
Perry took my hand, then guided me over his lap. I startled slightly when I felt his hands move over my back and arse at first, but then settled down waiting for the first stinging slap.
“Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir.” I fought the urge to clutch the bedcovers in nervousness and lost the fight when Master laid down the first slap to the meat of my arse. Holy shit that stung. I didn’t have enough time before the next slap came down on my other arse cheek.
“You are being so good for me, Princess, your arse is going to glow by the time I’m finished.” Princess, I liked that he called me that, but the thought ran off with the rest as he continued to heap praise and lay down smacks that had me begging for more and pleading that I would be good.
“You were perfect for me today, Cullen. You looked so perfect, I could tell how jealous those other Doms were of me.”
I couldn’t hold back the snort, which earned me a sound slap to my arse.
“If you don’t believe me, Princess, then I’m just going to have to prove it to you. You spend too much time not believing in yourself, and we’re going to have to change that.” Perry's voice was firm, in control, as he delivered each slap to my arse. Tears had started to run down my cheeks as I ineffectually clutched the bedspread. I wasn’t sure if it was the pain of the spanking or the kind words Master kept speaking, but I was sobbing in a way I hadn’t for years, not since learning of Ethans death. It was freeing and comforting to feel like this.
The skin of my arse was starting to feel hot. The sting had morphed into a deep throb that had turned my bones to butter. I was pressing my hips against Master's lap, groaning. My cockached after being pressed between his thighs. I’d never come from spanking before, but between Master's words and his palm, I was on a razor's edge of pleasure and pain.
It all began to feel too much and not enough. My emotions were running haywire. I'd never reacted to a spanking like this, but I was certain I didn’t want it to stop. Master interspersed the slaps with taking handfuls of my arse and squeezing. I moaned into the bedsheets, wiggling my hips, only to have Master slap my arse harder.
“Do you want to come, naughty boy? Should Master find you a pretty cage to wear under that sexy skirt I know you have?”
A whimper tore out of my throat.
Oh, fuck.
My hips bucked against Perry’s thighs as he brought his hand down harder, and I was coming. The world was spinning around me, but I couldn’t stop arching into his touch as my orgasm seemed to go on forever.
I came to sprawled out on the bedspread with Perry wiping me down and my thumb firmly in my mouth.
Shit!
“Hey, no freaking out, Princess. Just lay back and let me look after you.” Perry’s voice was soft and comforting, and I found myself relaxing and letting him take care of me.
“I don’t think you’re going to be very comfortable putting those back on.” Perry held up my leather shorts, and I had to agree. My arse was aching in a way it hadn’t in a very long time.
I slipped my thumb from my mouth. “I have some track pants in my bag back in my locker.”
Perry got up and moved to the small sink that was hidden by a discreet screen in the corner of the room. “If you’re okay with it, I’ll go grab your bag so you can change in here, and we can cuddle for a bit.”
