Page 26 of Celebrating the Season

“Hey, Ellery?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you be willing to pose for me?”

I blinked, caught off guard by his request. “Pose for you?”

“Yeah. I want to draw you. Naked.”

“Naked?”

“Yeah! I mean, if you’re comfortable with it. You’ve got such an amazing form, and I’d love to capture it on paper.”

A slow grin spread across my face. How was I supposed to say no when he looked that cute? “Alright, Picasso. Where do you want me?”

Boaz jumped off the couch, making room for me. “On the couch would be perfect! And you need to undress, obviously.”

“I’m aware of what naked means, thank you,” I said dryly.

He stuck out his tongue in a childish gesture. I quirked an eyebrow. “We could make it a spanking first…”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. He had such an expressive face that showed the struggle he was experiencing. “Do you want to know what it feels like?” I asked softly.

His cheeks flushed a bright red. “Is that weird?”

“No, not at all. You have a curious nature, Boaz. And you’re intrigued by it. It’s okay to experiment.”

He bit his lip. “What if I don’t like it?”

“You tell me to stop, and I will stop.”

He cocked his head. “I thought ‘stop’ was not a smart safeword.”

“It’s not, and you’re welcome to pick something else, but for a first time, there’s nothing wrong with using ‘stop.’”

He pressed his lips together for a long time, but I was more than okay with him needing a moment to decide. This was a big thing for him, and he shouldn’t decide impulsively. In fact, if he had, I might’ve had to refuse.

“I want to try it,” he finally said, his face still beet red.

“Okay.” I tugged him closer. “Drop those pants, sweetheart. I wanna see my handprints on that pretty ass of yours.”

“O-okay.” His hands moved to his waist. “Or should I say ‘yes, Sir’ or something?”

“You can say whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He dragged his pants down, taking his underwear with him. I patted my thigh. “Drape yourself over my leg.”

He was a bit clumsy as he complied, but he didn’t hesitate, which was a good sign. “You comfortable?” I checked.

“Yeah…Sir.”

I rubbed his plump ass. It would look so goddamn pretty with my handprints on it. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

“We’re gonna do ten slaps today, and I’m gonna need you to count them, okay?”

“O-okay.”

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