Page 96 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“I’m free in the evening; but after tomorrow, we’re recording. I was hoping Collin would be available to help.”
“I’m sure he can be. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a boy to spank.”
Collin whimpered against Richard’s suit jacket.
“Did you speak poorly of yourself, boy?”
Jun stepped back to let them pass, but Richard made no move to find privacy.
Collin nodded.
“Words, boy.”
“I spoke poorly of myself, Master.”
Richard lifted Collin higher in his arms and kissed his forehead. “Good boy. Let’s go spank your poor ass. You obviously need it.”
“Wasn’t he already caned?” Jun asked. A hint of worry crept through him.
“A few strokes.” Richard paused and tilted his head. “A small spanking now will remind him of his worth, but not damage him.”
Jun swallowed and nodded. He hadn’t meant to get Collin in any real trouble.
“Master,” Collin whispered.
“Yes, kitten?”
“If you want, I mean, Jun can watch, Sir. If he’s worried.”
“Are you worried, Jun?”
Jun frowned. Was he? “I know you won’t damage him, sir. I think, I suppose, I’m learning. I don’t know what’s too much.”
“Come.” Richard walked toward the living room. He set Collin down on the couch. “You can sit there.” Richard pointed to a chair opposite where he had set Collin. He unbuttoned his sleeves and started to roll them up in precise, thick folds. Collin watched him, swallowing now and then.
“Up on your knees,” Richard instructed.
Collin rose, facing his master. Richard unbuckled Collin’s pants and pushed them down, baring his ass. He sat on the couch and guided Collin over his lap. Collin’s chest rested on the cushions on one side of Richard’s thighs, and his legs stretched out over the other end of the couch. Richard soothed his palm over Collin’s bare buttocks. There were three red marks already there.
Jun sat on his hands, his eyes fixed on Richard and Collin.
“Why am I spanking you, kitten?” Richard asked, affection lacing his voice.
“I’m not to speak poorly of myself, Sir.”
“What did you say about yourself?”
“I said I wasn’t really brilliant, Master, when Jun complimented my work.”
“Hmm. Lying and speaking poorly of yourself, boy. You must really want this spanking. You are brilliant.” Richard’s hand came down, flat and hard against the welts.
Collin squeaked. He gripped the cushions. “I didn’t mean to, Sir.”
“Maybe I need to keep you closer, beautiful boy. Talking poorly of yourself now and taking on guilt that wasn’t yours earlier. Have I been neglecting you?”
“No, Sir,” Collin gasped as Richard spanked him again.
“I think that the judgement is mine to make, pretty boy, not yours.”
