“I don’t want other ways. I want this. I want you.”
Hopefully he’d feel the same way once he felt the sting of my hand on his ass. “Have you ever used a safe word before?”
He shook his head. “I’ve probably got a lot less experience than you think, and all of that was pretty vanilla. Just normal college boy hookups.”
His cheeks were adorably pink. “There’s no reason you should have any more experience than you have. If you want me to stop, say ‘red,’ and if you just need to take a break or for me to slow down, say ‘yellow.’”
“I can do that.”
“Good.” I sat down on the couch. I’d spread a towel out before he’d arrived so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. If Riley enjoyed this as much as I suspected, he might not be able to keep himself from coming as he took his punishment.
“Have you ever been spanked before?”
Riley shook his head. “Not since I was a kid.”
“This will be very different.”
“I know. I mean, I never got hard from any of that.”
“But you’re already hard now, and I haven’t even touched you.”
He grinned. “I’m hard for you most of the time.”
I did not need to think about that. “Drop your pants and lie over my lap.”
Riley’s hand shook as he unfastened his belt and undid his jeans. I wanted to take charge and do it for him, but I reminded myself that he needed to make this choice. If he was going to make himself vulnerable to me like this, then this first time, it had to all come from him. That way, I’d know this was absolutely what he wanted.
He pushed his pants over his hips, and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t help but stare. He was truly beautiful, and I wanted to take his cock in my mouth and taste him. Later, I would. Right now, he needed to know that I cared enough to enforce the rules I set down by disciplining him when he broke them.
Riley shoved his pants to his knees before he realized he couldn’t easily walk like that. I smiled as I watched him pull them back up, hurry forward, and sink to his knees beside me. He looked up at me, uncertainty in his eyes.
“This is your choice. You can change your mind any time.”
“I want this. I’m just wondering how I’m going to keep from coming before this even starts.”
“Fuck, boy.” Now I was wondering the same thing.
“I told you I wanted you.”
“You did, but I want you to try your best to hold back until this is over. I want to watch your face as you come.”
“Like you did the other night?”
So he did remember. “Yes, just like that.”
“I’ll try, Daddy.”
Jesus, he was way too hot.
He lay over my lap, and I helped him arrange himself before I finally allowed myself to run a hand over his round ass. His skin was as soft and smooth as I’d expected it to be. I squeezed his cheeks and pulled them apart, making him suck in his breath. “Does that feel good, boy? My hands on you?”
“I expect you to take your punishment like a good boy. If you do, then we can enjoy ourselves.”
I could feel his cock against my leg. He was so damn hard. I longed to stroke him, to watch him fall apart like he had the night I’d watched him bring himself off, but he needed me to redden his ass first, to show him how serious I was. I felt like I’d waited forever to do it even though he’d only been here a few weeks. I was going to enjoy every second before I let myself pleasure us both.
He jumped when I brought my hand down on his ass. “Fuck, that hurts.”
“You can handle it, boy.”
I spanked him again, and he squirmed, pressing into me like he was trying to get away from my hand. I slapped him harder than I had before, and he cried out.
“The more you struggle, the longer this will last.” I ran a hand up and down his back, trying to soothe him. “Relax and let it happen. You have your safeword if you truly need me to stop.”
“No, I… I need this.”
“I agree. You do. And this is just a taste of what will happen if you disobey again. I’m going easy on you today, boy.”
“Please!” At first I thought he was begging me to stop, but he arched his back, pushing his ass out toward my hand.
I spanked him again, hard enough to leave a handprint. He whimpered, but he didn’t pull away. I laid a hand against the back of his neck. “Breathe through it. You’re doing great.”
I kept going, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes hitting the same spot twice in a row. I varied the strokes from soft, barely there ones to ones I knew really hurt.