Page 107 of Seducing the Sorcerer
“Oh, that’s nice. Legs a bit more apart,” Fenn directed.
Morgrim obeyed and Fenn stepped back and ran the tip of the blade over Morgrim’s balls, which made him shudder. Fenn played with him like this for a little longer, but it was time to get on with it. He’d have plenty of times in the future to toy with Morgrim for as long as he liked: this time was an experiment. It could be that Morgrim would find the fantasy of being spanked much better than the real thing. That could easily happen.
Fenn positioned himself correctly, brought the sword back and landed the flat of it on Morgrim’s arse, not too hard. Morgrim twitched, but Fenn felt it was more in surprise than anything else. Fenn brought it down again, and then again. Five times.
“Well? You want some more?” Fenn asked.
“That’s not...it’s not...”
“Want me to stop?”
“I think...it’s not hard enough.” Morgrim’s voice was a little muffled, but he sounded certain.
“Oh, ain’t it? Well, it’s tricky to judge. Never spanked anyone with a sword umbrella before. Don’t want to go all out. I’ll give you it a bit harder.”
“Can’t you just use your hand?”
“Ah, the old-fashioned way?”
“You know how to judge that. Don’t you?”
“Aye. Know what I’m doing there.”
Fenn put the sword down, not without some regret. He reckoned he’d have got it right pretty fast, but he liked that Morgrim had asked for something. That was to be encouraged. He squeezed Morgrim’s arse experimentally, then brought his hand down flat, quite hard; certainly, hard enough to sting.
Morgrim jolted away and gave a gasping cry, quickly cut off. He said, “Oh. Oh Gods.”
“Aye?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
“Right. Five more.”
Fenn delivered the blows in succession, waiting just long enough each time for the sting to subside. After the fifth slap, Morgrim made a strangled humming sound and said, “Stop a minute.”
“Had enough?”
“No. I don’t know. I just want to...to feel how it feels.”
Fenn brushed his hand against Morgrim’s reddening arse. “Should’ve put you over my knee.”
“Next time?”
“Aye,” Fenn said, nuzzling into Morgrim’s neck to smell him and to kiss him. If Morgrim was already thinking about the next time, that was a right good sign.
“Fenn? Do it some more? Take over again. You know.”
“Go on then, ask properly. Like I taught you before.”
“Please do it again. Please...” Morgrim took a deep breath. “Spank me.”
This time Fenn gave him ten, followed by an oily finger up the arse and an oily hand on his cock. Morgrim made a keening, pleading noise that nearly made Fenn come right there in his drawers.
He took his hand away, opened his fly and oiled himself up. Then he gave Morgrim another ten good hard slaps and followed up with a fucking. Morgrim came with a cry, head and chest down on the table, arse in the air. Fenn came too, hard and hot.
They both collapsed onto the floor.
“All right?”
