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He starts relaxing, his muscles starting to burn from the tension. Maybe he’s thinking? Considering what to-
A hand comes down hard on his right ass cheek. Carter cries out - a little too loud, probably. He brings one hand up to his mouth and stuffs a few knuckles in to muffle himself.
Sir strikes him again, same exact spot.
Then he moves to the left cheek, hitting him once, then again, same spot.
“Fucking hell, I almost forgot how pretty this ass looks when it’s pink.”
Carter shivers, his cock heavy between his legs from the praise and the pain and the fact that sir is doing this because he needs this and that’s what sir is for, to give Carter what he needs, to take care of him, to love him. Carter feels warm and fuzzy and unbelievably happy. It’s a mindfuck - he’s being hurt for fuck’s sake, being punished! - but he decides to sort that out later.
“I might have to fuck your face after this. I’m so fucking hard, sweetheart.”
Carter moans into the bedding, wondering if Hunter would be angry if he came all over it. Probably.
The choice is taken away from him when sir grabs his hips and adjusts him so he’s no longer pressed up against the blankets. “No coming for you. Maybe tonight, if you’re lucky. Once I’ve filled you up.”
“But, sir-”
“No arguing,” sir says. Then he slaps both hands down at the same time, hitting each ass cheek. Carter cries out and quickly stuffs his fist back in his mouth. He’ll beg for his orgasm later. Right now, he should focus on taking his punishment and being quiet about it.
“I think that’s what I’m going to do,” sir continues, as if Carter hadn’t interrupted. “I’m going to fuck your mouth while your ass is nice and sore.” He pauses, spanking each ass cheek separately, then both together again.
Tears start to fill Carter’s eyes, but he’s not sure what emotion is attached to them. Hell, he’s not sure there’s a single emotion that isn’t attached to them. He’s feeling so much right now.
“Then we’ll go back out there while your tongue is still steeped in my cum.”
Carter moans. Sir lands one spank on his right ass cheek. Then again. Again. One on his left. Then again on his right.
“And then I’m going to bring you home and fuck this red ass until you’re begging me to come on my cock.”
A spank on his left ass cheek. Right. Left. Right.
“But I won’t let you come on my cock. I won’t let you come until you’re fucking dripping with my cum.”
Right. Left. Right. Left.
“Until you’re desperate for it.”
Right. Left.
“Until I think,” right, left, right, left. “You.” Right. “Have.” Left. “Learned.” Right. “Your.” Left. “Lesson.” Both cheeks at once.
Carter is crying - when the fuck did he start crying? - into the bedding by the end of it. He’s a complete wreck, trembling, sobbing, sniffling. The bedding is soaked with tears and snot and maybe even a little drool. And his ass cheeks are on fire.
Sir rubs his reddened ass before taking a seat beside Carter on the bed and gently pushing Carter back to the floor. Carter settles on his knees, watching through tear-filled eyes as sir frees his hard, leaking cock and grips it. "Take care of this for me, sweetheart."
Carter doesn't have to be told twice. He practically dives onto sir's cock, slurping and licking and sucking like crazy. It's harder than usual with his stuffy nose from crying, but that somehow only heightens how much he loves it, having to work extra hard to bring sir pleasure. It's not long at all before sir is grunting an order to swallow everything and then filling his mouth. Carter swallows greedily, happy tears falling down his cheeks.
Sir barely gives him the chance to properly suck him dry before he's grabbing Carter and pulling him into his lap, cradling him close and pressing kisses to his face. "My good boy. You took that so well. Sir is so fucking proud of you, sweetheart."
Carter cries again. Soft, steady, therapeutic tears. Sir holds him the whole time, still giving him whispered praise and soft kisses.
Eventually, Carter’s tears stop and his body settles. He feels sated and loved and fucking perfect. He sniffles before turning his head to press a kiss to the side of sir’s neck. “Thank you, sir,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and pathetic.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” Sir kisses his temple. “Any fucking time.”
Carter feels like he might float away, but also like he could sit and take a test and fucking ace it. His mind is clear. His chest is light. His lips - he’s pretty sure - are spread into a fucking ridiculous smile.
