really remember to thank Nick for this exquisite pleasure.
His hand came down again, and Nick jumped, feeling his erection begin to fade. He was beginning to think that he really didn't like this nearly as much as he'd thought he would. He jumped as the fourth crisp swat landed.
"You're looking nicely warm around back," Damian observed. "I think I had better make sure to distribute the heat evenly over your entire seat or you might find it a bit sore to sit down tomorrow."
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Nick was suddenly terrified that tomorrow his arse would still be flaming hot, as it was already, and everyone would know he had been spanked.
As if he'd read his mind, Damian said quietly, "Don't worry.
No marks. No one will know, unless you tell them."
Why would he ever tell anyone about this, Nick wondered, as he squirmed under the next hard swat. Damian was working his hand all over his bottom, even in the crease at the top of his thighs where it really stung. Nick kicked reflexively as Damian swatted him on a particularly tender spot.
He hadn't thought he would be able to concentrate on counting, but he had, and when the tenth swat had been administered, he relaxed over Damian's knee, thankful it was over.
He yelped in shocked disbelief as Damian delivered two harder slaps, one on each cheek.
Damian laughed. "So you were counting, pet. I'll remember that. I did say it may be ten, remember?"
Nick relaxed as the hard hand that had punished him began to stroke his heated skin, soothing away the sting. He was aware of the throbbing warmth of his backside starting to flow toward the front, and his cock slowly filled again. Nick couldn't understand why, but now that the spanking was over, suddenly he was getting hard again. He shifted surreptitiously, trying to hide his arousal from Damian.
Damian tipped him off his lap, onto the floor, before pulling Nick up to sit on his knees, his sore bottom hanging 67
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safely off his thigh. He wrapped his arms around the younger man.
"You did very well, pet. For a first spanking, you bore it well, and you didn't cry. Now, would you like a little reward?"
"Yes, please, sir," Nick said meekly, not altogether sure that his and Damian's ideas of what constituted a reward would be the same.
He stiffened and gasped when he suddenly felt Damian's hand on his rigid shaft. The hand was warm and rough, slightly calloused, but Damian stroked him as if he knew just what Nick wanted.
Nick spread his thighs helplessly, allowing Damian better access, moaning when a thumb swiped firmly over the head of his aching cock, sliding in the precum that dripped to the carpet.
Damian's hand sped up, and Nick's hips started to pump, thrusting into the fist that surrounded him. It had been a long time since a mere hand job thrilled him, but this one did.
Whether it was because it was a man holding him or the spanking or a combination, Nick didn't know.
His climax hit him like a freight train, dwarfing his efforts at home when he couldn't sleep for thinking of Damian. He spurted high, catching Damian under the chin, although he never realized it, for his eyes were screwed shut with the almost painful pleasure as he cried out helplessly, feeling like a ragdoll in the strong hands holding him.
Damian smiled, watching his beautiful boy as he gave him the first orgasm. He decided that it would be one of many if the boy proved willing; Nick was incredibly sensitive and 68
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responsive. Besides, there was something else about the young man that struck a chord deep within him. Nick's eyes were still closed when Damian wiped off his chin, sucking his fingers sensuously to enjoy the taste.
He held Nick, cuddling him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, smiling when the liquid eyes opened, glittering when Nick turned his eyes to him, full of wonder.
"That was fucking phenomenal, sir!" he said enthusiastically.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, pet,"
His hand came down again, and Nick jumped, feeling his erection begin to fade. He was beginning to think that he really didn't like this nearly as much as he'd thought he would. He jumped as the fourth crisp swat landed.
"You're looking nicely warm around back," Damian observed. "I think I had better make sure to distribute the heat evenly over your entire seat or you might find it a bit sore to sit down tomorrow."
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by Catt Ford
Nick was suddenly terrified that tomorrow his arse would still be flaming hot, as it was already, and everyone would know he had been spanked.
As if he'd read his mind, Damian said quietly, "Don't worry.
No marks. No one will know, unless you tell them."
Why would he ever tell anyone about this, Nick wondered, as he squirmed under the next hard swat. Damian was working his hand all over his bottom, even in the crease at the top of his thighs where it really stung. Nick kicked reflexively as Damian swatted him on a particularly tender spot.
He hadn't thought he would be able to concentrate on counting, but he had, and when the tenth swat had been administered, he relaxed over Damian's knee, thankful it was over.
He yelped in shocked disbelief as Damian delivered two harder slaps, one on each cheek.
Damian laughed. "So you were counting, pet. I'll remember that. I did say it may be ten, remember?"
Nick relaxed as the hard hand that had punished him began to stroke his heated skin, soothing away the sting. He was aware of the throbbing warmth of his backside starting to flow toward the front, and his cock slowly filled again. Nick couldn't understand why, but now that the spanking was over, suddenly he was getting hard again. He shifted surreptitiously, trying to hide his arousal from Damian.
Damian tipped him off his lap, onto the floor, before pulling Nick up to sit on his knees, his sore bottom hanging 67
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safely off his thigh. He wrapped his arms around the younger man.
"You did very well, pet. For a first spanking, you bore it well, and you didn't cry. Now, would you like a little reward?"
"Yes, please, sir," Nick said meekly, not altogether sure that his and Damian's ideas of what constituted a reward would be the same.
He stiffened and gasped when he suddenly felt Damian's hand on his rigid shaft. The hand was warm and rough, slightly calloused, but Damian stroked him as if he knew just what Nick wanted.
Nick spread his thighs helplessly, allowing Damian better access, moaning when a thumb swiped firmly over the head of his aching cock, sliding in the precum that dripped to the carpet.
Damian's hand sped up, and Nick's hips started to pump, thrusting into the fist that surrounded him. It had been a long time since a mere hand job thrilled him, but this one did.
Whether it was because it was a man holding him or the spanking or a combination, Nick didn't know.
His climax hit him like a freight train, dwarfing his efforts at home when he couldn't sleep for thinking of Damian. He spurted high, catching Damian under the chin, although he never realized it, for his eyes were screwed shut with the almost painful pleasure as he cried out helplessly, feeling like a ragdoll in the strong hands holding him.
Damian smiled, watching his beautiful boy as he gave him the first orgasm. He decided that it would be one of many if the boy proved willing; Nick was incredibly sensitive and 68
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responsive. Besides, there was something else about the young man that struck a chord deep within him. Nick's eyes were still closed when Damian wiped off his chin, sucking his fingers sensuously to enjoy the taste.
He held Nick, cuddling him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, smiling when the liquid eyes opened, glittering when Nick turned his eyes to him, full of wonder.
"That was fucking phenomenal, sir!" he said enthusiastically.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, pet,"
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