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“Yes…I don’t know that that part would be for me, but I see the beauty in it. I know what it gives JT, and I’m glad he has it.”

The knot of fear in my chest begins to loosen.

“We don’t have to completely understand others to respect them, to support them and to want them to live authentically as themselves,” Sir replies.

When he finishes peeing, I look up at him with a question in my eyes, and he nods. I lean in and suck the head of his cock, swallowing anything left behind.

“Beautiful fucking boy,” Sir says. “Wash your hands and meet us in the room.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I do as he says, while Sir tells Reggie, “Sit on the bed. Watch us. If there’s anything you don’t like happening to you, say red. If you’re unsure, say yellow. If there’s anything you don’t like between my boy and me, you’re free to leave the room with no judgment on our part. We all have different limits, and that’s okay.”

“Yes, Marsh,” Reggie says as I enter the room. He sits on the bed while Sir takes the chair. It’s armless, which will make it easier for me to lie over his lap…

To get a spanking…

In front of my best friend.

I remember the time Reggie tried to do it to me, that it felt weird to him and we had to stop. Will he be okay seeing someone else swat my ass?

“Pull down your shorts and underwear midthigh.” I’m wearing gym shorts, so that makes it easy.

Once I’m bare assed over his thighs, he rubs a hand over my cheeks. “So beautiful…so mine… No one can touch you unless I say they can.”

Yes, yes, yes.

“Thank you for the reminder, Sir.”

“I’m going to give you fifteen swats. You’ll count each one out loud and then thank me for them.”

Oh my God. My head spins at the thought of that. This is supposed to be for punishment, but I want it so much. “Yes, Sir.”

Smack!A burning sting lands on my left cheek—not too hard. I know he’s just warming me up, getting me ready.

“One! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!This one on my right. “Two! Thank you, Sir.”

Smack!

“Three. Thank you, Sir!” Each one is harder, each sting lasting longer, making the burn spread across my ass.

Four…five…six…seven. I count and thank him for each. My cock is aching, it’s so hard, my balls already unbelievably full.

Smack!“Eight! Thank you, Sir.”

I wiggle on his lap. When we get to ten, I start to cry. My breathing is heavier. It hurts, and I can hardly sit still, but each spank is welcome. Is wanted and needed because I want to be punished when we’re in a scene and I’m not respectful. It’s Sir taking care of me and giving me something I’ve spent years craving but didn’t know how to find.

“Eleven! Thank you, Sir!”

The crying is harder now, the room a blur around me. I’m not focused on anything other than me and my Sir, so when he says, “He’s okay, Reggie. I promise. Come here,” I’m totally thrown.

Somehow, I forgot my best friend is here. He must look scandalized for Sir to say something.

“I like it…I want it. Please, can I have more?”

“This is supposed to be a punishment, pet,” Sir replies as I see Reggie’s feet beside me. “Look at how pretty his red ass is,” Sir tells him.

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