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“I bet you do,” I picked on her gently.
“Sam!” She bit down on her lip, and her cheeks blushed as pink as her rump. “I’m trying to help.”
I patted her head. “I know.” After a few moments, I relaxed against the cushions again. “What food do you hate, Trey?”
“Aw, come on, Sam. I’m not telling you.”
“If I’m punishing you, country boy, then I expect you to call me Sir.” The irony of calling him country boy was that we were all out in the middle of nowhere. He wasn’t any more country than any of us. Trey had picked up the nickname a few years ago, after a movie worthy mix-up with our friend, Reed Hampton, who moved here from New York. He always rolled his eyes, but something about the way I spoke it tonight seemed to hit differently and he moaned softly.
“Or?”
It sounded like he was trying to figure out what titles I was okay with. I heard Monica call him Daddy, but I had no clue if he wanted me to be his.
“Are you asking me about titles or are you bratting me?” I bounced my palm off his upper thigh.
“Please trust me when I tell you I’m not dumb enough to brat when I’m over your lap, Sir.”
“Trey!” Monica snapped.
“Okay, there’s a difference here, jellybean. I know when you’re being playful. You’ve never been disrespectful to me when I get you in this position.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“I forgive you,” Trey assured her.
I waited for him to focus on what was occurring, but he seemed caught in his head again. I smacked his upper thighs with my hand.
“Ow. I’m doing my best to answer your questions, Sir. This is completely new.”
“I’m aware, which is why you’re being given ample time before I start. As far as titles go, you can call me Sir or Daddy. Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”
I had a funny feeling he was more inclined toward the latter title. However, he already admitted things he’d been suppressing for a while, and I doubted he would use it tonight.
“I appreciate the options and will use them, Sir.”
“Thank you. Now, tell me what food you don’t like.”
“I really can’t stand cashews.”
“So, you are using a type of nut as a safeword. Got it.”
He didn’t laugh as I expected him to. I slapped his left ass cheek twice. He groaned from the impact, but I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh. Trey was turned on. If I had to fathom a guess, it was someone else handling him the way he’d been dreaming about. He had been too ashamed to admit it to anyone, especially himself. I didn’t think he liked pain. His reactions showed otherwise. I landed a few more on his left before warming up the right side.
“Those don’t count, do they, Sir?”
“Nope. I’m going to leave you with a reminder of the behavior I expect from you. You’ll be sore for the rest of the night and likely into tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I landed a few harsh slaps against the full expanse of his ass. He didn’t respond at all. I glanced at Monica to see her worrying her lip. Despite really needing a release, we would not get anywhere if he was blocking it. I stopped the onslaught and leaned back into the cushions.
“You don’t seem to be in the right headspace for this, Trey. Do we need to talk first?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
His expression of his needs made me proud. I left him over my thighs for the conversation, hoping he would stay in a more submissive mindset. I reached out to Monica and took one of her hands, showing her she was involved and not forgotten. “You have the floor, Trey. What’s up?”
“I don’t think a three-way relationship is such a great idea. I’m not sure I’m submissive, Sir.”
