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Chapter Thirteen

Carrington

My mother had given me and Eric each a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Stefan gave me a quick hug and Mateo saluted me, then whispered something in Eric’s ear that made him blush before hugging him farewell. I suspected he knew what was happening between his friend and me.

Once they had pulled out of Eric’s driveway, I turned to my host. “So, just you and me.”

He swallowed, but looked as eager as he did nervous. “Should we go back inside?”

I followed his slender frame back through his side entrance, and took him in my arms as soon as the door was closed. “It’s been but a couple of hours, and I’ve already missed this,” I admitted.

He hummed. “Me too.”

I ran my hands down his back, then lower onto his buttocks. The thick fabric of his jeans couldn’t conceal the hem lines of his boxers. I sensed an opportunity. “I thought you and I had an agreement that you’d put on a jock strap?”

He looked at me with surprise, not expecting that would be the direction of the discussion. “Um, I was going to, but I thought you would be leaving this morning.”

“So?”

He seemed nervous that I might be annoyed. “I…I was thinking it didn’t matter.”

I gave him a stern look. “It mattered to me. I would have wanted to grab your bum when nobody was looking. Imagine the disappointment I would have had on top of needing to leave you. I thought you were good for your word to me.”

He looked panicked. “I am. I mean, I would have been.” He saw my expression didn’t change, and his voice faltered. “I’m sorry, Carrington.”

I smiled a little to let him know I was playing. “Well, I think you should get a spanking for disappointing me, don’t you?”

His eyes lit up, then he grinned a bit, understanding that I wasn’t upset but was enacting his fantasy scenario. “A spanking?”

“It’s up to you,” I offered, just in case he was apprehensive. I wanted to make sure he enjoyed everything we did together. “If you don’t think it merits a spanking, then I will respect that. I will defer to your judgment.”

He acted as though he was considering the situation. “Um, maybe a small spanking? It was a misunderstanding, after all. I guess I deserve it, but not too hard.”

I nodded, trying to maintain an authoritative posture. “Very well. A mild spanking is what you shall get. Now, go upstairs and put on the jock strap like I told you to. You can put your jeans over them if you’re uncomfortable presenting yourself half-dressed.” He looked at me with uncertainty. “Go put it on.”

He nodded, his body a bit shaky. As he began to walk away, he stopped when he realized I was following him. “Why are you coming?”

“I’m going to wait in your quarters whilst you change in the ensuite. I’ll be sitting on the bench in front of your bed,” I informed him.

“Oh. Okay,” he whispered.

Once we were in his room, he opened the drawer and pulled out a black jock strap and held it up for me to see. “Is this all right?”

I nodded and motioned for him to go to his lavatory. He did as he was told, closing the door behind him. I was curious as to whether he’d emerge without the jeans. I had left it up to him, and I was wondering if he was becoming comfortable enough with me to take a bold stand. When he emerged from the bathroom, he had on his jeans, though they weren’t zipped. His black short-sleeve polo shirt skimmed his waist, so a strip of his stomach and the waistband of the jock were exposed when he reached up a hand to scratch his head. “Good man,” I complimented, motioning for him to approach me.

“Um, what are you going to do?” he asked.

“I’m going to put you over my knee, and I’m going to give you a few slaps for being naughty. Come here.”

Once Eric was before me, it was clear that he was unsure whether he should bend over. I took his hand and pulled, causing him to crouch over me. I helped position him such that his bottom was raised up over my lap, his head hanging down past the left side of the bench. I didn’t remove his jeans—not yet. Instead, I brought down my hand and smacked the seat of his pants. I made it firm, but painless. He made no sound, and I wasn’t sure if he was enjoying it or hating it. I brought down my hand again, but Eric remained silent. I ceased with the slaps, pondering whether this was having the desired effect on him.

“Are you done spanking me?” Eric asked, peering up at me, looking puzzled.

“I think the padding of your jeans is making this ineffective, don’t you? I would like you to push them off, please.”

He raised his head up, a moment of shyness and uncertainty on his face. “All the way off?”

“Yes, please,” I confirmed, trying not to show any expression. “The sooner you do it, the sooner we can take care of this matter.”