Page 18 of A Halloween Kind of Night

“I’m going to spell out what’s going to happen even though it might seem like it’s obvious. You need to tell me if something I’m assuming surprises you or you want to talk about limits.” It wasn’t a question, but I waited to continue until he nodded. “I’m going to put you over my lap. I’m going to bare your ass. I’m going to give you at least three spanks on each side. If it’s painful and not arousing we’ll stop there as your consequences. If you like it, I’m going to continue and I’ll play with your ass while you hump my lap.”

He looked like his body couldn’t decide if he wanted to orgasm or blush and was trying to do both. “That’s…yes, no surprises.”

No bad ones, at least.

My spelling out that I was going to touch him seemed to be making it more real to him, though.

“I may decide to let you finish that way for your first orgasm, but I might change my mind and do it another. No matter what happens, you’ll get an orgasm after your spanking.” His reaction before said his brain needed to keep hearing it, and just watching him relax made me realize he’d been edging himself with the costume a bit too long. “Once that part of our night is over and you’ve recovered, I’ll tell you what happens next.”

“Because you’re the Dom.” He said that so easily, I knew at least part of his brain was fully functioning.

“That’s right.” We’d see how if his spanking melted the rest. “And right now, what is your Dom going to do to you?”

“Spank me.” The way he sighed out the answer made me want to smile, but I kept a straight face as I nodded.

“That’s right.” Stepping back, I carefully tugged on the leash that was looped around him and nodded toward the couch. “Come with me.”

There was no hesitation in his walk or the hungry way he was looking at me, but it took an incredible amount of focus for him to make it across the room. It brought back the memory of how distracted he’d been as we’d walked home, and I decided I was grateful he hadn’t hurt himself.

I wasn’t sure if I should expect more words from him, but he was quiet and vibrated with energy as I sat down. My best guess was that his brain was at max capacity as far as casual conversation went. I knew he could talk, though, so the safeword part still seemed like it would work.

Sitting as far back as I could, I gave him plenty of room on the couch as I put pressure on the leash to make sure he could feel it. “Stretch out across my lap. Your whole body on the couch.”

So he didn’t wiggle off my lap or feel unsteady.

Wynn didn’t like feeling wobbly, and it would be distracting as fuck if he felt unsteady over my lap.

His head bobbed up and down, but it took his body a few more seconds to catch up. Once he started to move, he sucked in a breath and little mumbled words escaped without him realizing it. “Spanked. You’re going to. Yes. He’s doing it. That’s so.”

Nothing added up to a sentence, but his moan cut off the rambling as he finally got into position. Since that seemed to be approval to keep going, I draped the strands of the leash downhis back and wrapped one arm around his torso to keep him steady.

It was definitely a good idea because just being in the spanking position had his muscles jerking and I could feel his erection digging into my thigh. Everything in me said stretching it out would just be needlessly fucking with him, so I eased down the back of his briefs and ran my hand over his smooth cheeks.

Every muscle in him clenched and he let out another needy moan as he relaxed back against me, pressing his face into the couch. I knew I wouldn’t get another more perfect moment where he wasn’t tense, so I brought my hand down on his ass in a quick smack.

I’d been careful to make it more sound than pain, and everything I’d read online said I’d done it right, but I found myself holding my breath to see what he’d do.

He moaned.

Thank God.

There was a gasp and a wiggle that came first, but his moan was sexy and deep as he pushed his ass up again. “Fuck.”

It was a good fuck not a bad fuck, so I spanked his other cheek before giving both pink sides soft caresses. “Who do you belong to, pup?”

He whimpered and went back to hiding against the couch, but he didn’t ignore the question. “You. I’m sorry I manipulated you, Sir.”

Taking my time stroking his ass, I made a soft sound and nodded in case he was able to see me. “I forgive you and you’re not going to be allowed to worry about that going forward.”

His head jerked and he sucked in another breath. “I’ll…I’ll tell you what I’m thinking next time.”

“Good boy.” Giving him two more spanks, one on each cheek, I kept them on the lighter side and watched his reactions carefully.

He was definitely emotional but the way his ass pushed up after each spank said he liked the pain so far.

“We’re going to talk about assumptions we’ve been making and you’re going to let me know what you need.” I’d always thought that wasn’t me, so yeah, the assumption thing was something we were going to talk about in great detail.

But as I spanked him again, letting the heat sink into him, I knew that at the very least he needed to submit and he needed to come. It’d clearly been entirely too long since he’d been able to let go, and I was going to be the one to help him with that.

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