I gulp, my ass stinging as he mutes us again, and now that I’ve had time to settle into it, being so close to discovery and yet not close at all just makes my dick even harder. I groan and rock forward a little, fucking into nothing.
Another spank lights up my world and I bite my lower lip hard.
“Were you feeling angry, Tommy? Was it really just boredom? What’s going on in that head of yours?”
His questions, so teasing and almost patronizing in tone, have an honest ring to them. And I blink as I realize he’s genuinely not sure. He can read my cues so easily, see right through all my lies so fast, that I forgot his difficulty with emotion. I shake my head, not able to put it into words.
“I don’t–I don’t know,” I admit.
“Hm, that’s alright.”
Crack!He’s not fucking holding back with the spankings and I wince and writhe on my toes, grinding my jaw. I had no idea how much of a difference it would make to go without my jeans. Goddamn, if this is how it feels with fabric still between us, what would it feel like if I were bare?
The pain is almost too much, but it’s somehow just right, pushing my mind off that corner-time cliff and straight into that space where I just let myself want him.
“Do you know why it’s alright, Tommy?”Crack!
I whimper and shake my head again, my spine twisting in response to the hot, electric sting he’s laying on my ass. The onlything holding me up are my elbows planted on his desk, because my legs are buckling out from under me.
“Because in the end, I’ll still give you what you need. You always ask so clearly, Tommy. Such a brat, all fucking morning, making sure Iknow.” He spanks me several times, and I actually do fall to my stomach on the desk, panting.
He gives me a second, and turns his microphone back on. “Let’s move on to the next slide, if we could?”
I watch him turn it back off, my eyes double and triple checking that red line across the microphone picture. The adrenaline zings through my gut and I squirm.
Young-gi pulls me up to standing, and puts my hands on his desk. I’m not as bent over as before, but I’m still at an angle, and he gets into position behind me. My mouth waters and my dick throbs and I feel like I’m crying even though I’m not. It’s all just so overwhelming. It’s just so much.
I’ve never felt so good.
“If you need something sore to sit on to help you focus and behave, I’ll give it to you,” he gets right back to it, and spanks me again. I strangle a cry, trying not to show how deeply I’m affected. I’m hoping he hasn’t noticed my rock-hard dick while already knowing he definitely has, and it’s just another layer of ownership and embarrassment that I can’t seem to get enough of. “If you want attention, you’ll get it. If you want it to hurt so you remember how much I want you, if you want to run so I catch you, if you want to fight so I hold you down, you’ll get it. Because I want to give you what you need, Tommy. How does that make you feel?”
He asks me that right after a really hard smack, and I don’t manage to hold back my cry that time. My eyes water because the heat and burn is throbbing across my whole backside now and it’s cutting off those loud thoughts, the messy fears, the neediness. It’s filling me up, making me smaller and less angry.
“I like it,” I rasp, nearly choking on pleasure. “Feels good.”
And I’m not just answering the question about his spank, but about all the other things he said, too. It feels good to hear him say that.
“Yeah, I can tell,” he says, looking over my shoulder and down my front to the bulge in my white underwear, obscene and obvious and erotic and humiliating.
My world tilts for a second, because an erection was a bad thing for so long–ice slithers through me and I close my eyes, nearly fall into myself, almost untethering into dissociation.
But a hard spank across my ass pulls me right back to the present, and Young-gi backs off. “You like it? Good. That’s allowed.”
“It–it is?” I sound like an idiot. I try to shake some sense into myself, but his onslaught of spanks is keeping me off balance. The sensations and submission are fucking with my head.
“It is,” he agrees.
Then he leans over me and adds another comment to the meeting. I don’t even pay attention to what he says this time; I’m so far gone, I just stand there and breathe and wait for him to come back to me.
Once he’s refocused, he murmurs a command right into my ear. “Put your hand over your cock and feel how hard you are for my attention, Tommy.”
Fuck.Swallowing hard, I manage to move one of my hands to the front of my underwear.
Right as I do so, and before I can get in my head about the fact that I’m turned on and that’s bad, he spanks me again.
“Oh fuck,” I cough out, leaning hard on my one hand, using the other to cup my dick. “Ohhh fuck, Daddy, I mean Young-gi.”
“You can call me whatever you want,” he invites, and I think he’s pleased.
