“Oh fuck,” I whimper, clutching the couch tightly so I don’t fall over dead.
It’s a paddle.
Like to spank me with.
The handle has a soft leather grip, and the wooden end is thin enough to be light and fast but not so thin that it won’t be firm as fuck.
Young-gi holds it up like he’s examining it, but those slitted, heavy eyes are on me. “What do you think, Tommy? Do you think this will be a good way for us to celebrate? A good way for you to remember that I’llalwaystake care of our problems?”
I swallow hard, and a deep longing fills me from head to toe. I want him to spank me with that. I want it bad. But I don’t want to just give it to him, I want him to make me.
“You’ll–” I hesitate, breathy and nervous. I get off the couch and sidestep it, not needing to hide my dick anymore because he already knows. “You’ll have to catch me first!”
Before I’m even done talking, we’re both running. I’m racing for the stairs, intent on getting to a bedroom and slamming the door shut or something, but he’s hot on my heels. In my haste, I miss a step and stumble, losing time, and that’s all it takes for Young-gi to close the gap between us.
I grunt as he tackles me near the top, pressing my chest down onto the second-floor landing while my knees rest on one of the steps. It’s a bit awkward but I don’t care because it’s so thrilling and intense and perfect. I struggle, but don’t say my safe word as he wrestles my pants down to my thighs, further trappingme and inhibiting my movement, further embarrassing me and making me feel small.
The first crack of the paddle on my ass lights me up like an electric shock. My mouth drops open on a silent cry, my breath freezes in my lungs. I stop struggling and collapse into a puddle, bent over and ready to get my reminder.
This is a whole new kind of sensation. This is brutal, intense. It’s too much. I can’t take it!
I want it.
“That’s right,” Young-gi says, stern and biting. Another swat with the paddle brings actual tears to my eyes. The sting is real, the burn is beautiful, the ache is instant. I break out into a cold sweat, and everything inside me clenches with anticipation.
“Settle for me, sweet boy.”
“Fuck. You,” I manage to choke out.
Young-gi laughs again, laughs! Like a real one, and it sounds so evil and darkly thrilled that I almost cum from it. My dick actually drips onto his nice floor.
“I love your mouth, Tommy,” he says as he gives me another good one. A scream gets out through my teeth and he lays a hand on my asscheek, like he’s checking my temperature by touch, making me feel the sting and the heat. “I love the way you always tell me exactly what you want.”
He must be crazy, or maybe we both are, because I literally never say what I need or want, I’m always fighting him, always struggling against myself. But he told me already that he knows, heknows,that all I really want is to lose. To him, I want to lose.
“I don’t,” I deny, because Exhibit A, I guess. Me not agreeing with him or admitting to anything.
He squeezes my asscheek in his hand, his fingertips digging into the sting until I gasp. Then he lets me go and swats me again.
“You do,” he argues. “Such a good boy, letting me prove it to you, over and over again.”
“Prove it,” I whimper, more of a beg than a demand. “Prove it, please!”
He cuts me off with a nasty one, a spank across my whole ass that makes me writhe and cry out against the floor. I want to spread my fucking legs for him like the slut I am, but my pants hold my knees together and all I can do is bend my back and tilt my ass up in a plea to keep going.
I struggle and gasp for air as he expertly spanks me just enough that I’m on the edge of screaming my safe word but not so much that I actually want him to stop. I’m lost in a headspace of euphoric pleasure-pain and I want him inside me so bad that I end up crying, my face against his shiny wood floor.
I need him to go on forever, I need to always feel this way. It’s all I am. No more ugliness, no more anger, just pleasure and safety and smallness and heat.
“Please, please, please, PLEASE!” I squeal the last one when he spanks me again, shudders running through me. “Please, Daddy, please, please, oh fuck, goddamn, please–”
He grabs me around the waist suddenly, and hauls me up to my feet. I’m too stunned and high and goddamn spacey to do anything but sag in his arms as he drags me down the hall like a caveman, with me as his willing victim. He rips my pants off, throws me on the bed, and positions me to his liking.
I gladly let him move me where he wants me: on my knees, my hands braced on the top of the headboard so I’m only slightly bent over.
“Daddy,” I sigh, my head falling forward on my shoulders. My hands tremble on the headboard. My thighs are shaking and he hasn’t even started fucking me yet. I can’t wait. If he fucks me from behind right now, with my ass as hot and sensitiveand painful as this, every smack of his hips will be like getting another swat with that fucking glorious paddle.
“Stay here,” he orders.
