Page 68 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
We pulled back after a few long, beautiful moments where our souls connected, and I opened my mouth to say something. But I didn’t get to, because the emcee came on stage just then as the music faded. The crowd dispersed, clearing the dance floor until we had one of the best views in the house.
“For our next demonstration, Zander and Joey will be showing us how to use the spanking bench.”
I glanced down at Sam, desperate to see his reaction. His gaze found mine and held it. His pupils were dilated, and I could feel his pulse speeding up, his chest start heaving. Now that I knew he was S.M.C., I was absolutely certain he wouldlovethis show.
The emcee continued with the speech he gave before every demonstration. “As a reminder, we ensure everyone practices risk-aware consensual kink, or RACK, here. None of our participants are under the influence of drugs or alcohol tonight, and in the case of the gentlemen behind me, they are in a committed relationship. Everyone is required to have, communicate, and honor safewords with absolutely no exceptions.” He glanced back at the men standing near the spanking bench. At a nod from the taller of the two, Zander, the emcee turned back to the crowd and smirked, exclaiming with a flourish of his arm, “Enjoy!”
The two men picked up the spanking bench and pulled it forward, into the spotlight in the middle of the stage. I’d seen scenes like this before, and these men had been my friends for years, but I’d never seen them do an impact scene. I wiggled in Sam’s lap, just a little, both because I was excited for what was coming next and because I wanted Sam to know how much this was turning me on. I would not be opposed to this night ending with him in my bed. In real life this time.
This night was already amazing because Sam was here, and I could tell it was about to get even better.
The shorter one, Joey, a beautiful man with a slight build and dark-brown wavy hair that just barely curled around his ears, crawled atop the cushioned bench as soon as it was in place. He kneeled on the leg rests, leaned his elbows on the soft armrests, and stretched out across the bench’s center, lying face down on the headrest. He wore no shirt, and his thin gray joggers stretched across his ass, showing every single line.
I had to have been dreaming. This was already so fucking hot.
The taller man was Zander, dressed in a leather harness that displayed his ample muscles with matching pants. He tsked at the sight. He must’ve been wired with a mic, because his voice carried loud and clear throughout the silent club. “Naughty boy,Joey. You know better than to present with pants on. I think that earns you an extra twenty swats.”
I heard the boy whimper as he scrambled to his feet, standing in place facing the audience, his body vibrating, palms on his thighs facing outward, dick hard and tenting his pants. Waiting for instructions.
Those glorious gray sweatpants didn’t hide a fucking thing.
The taller man crossed his arms, eyeing his sub pointedly. As soon as Joey caught on, he called out, “Yes, Master!”
A single nod showed the crowd the larger man had gotten the response he desired, but his face was stern. “And another ten for forgetting to address me properly.”
“Yes, Master,” Joey replied instantly, eyes downcast, voice small.
Since we were good friends, I knew they were acting. Joey would never call Zander “Master.” Zander had been his Daddy—and his husband—for eight years now.
But they were putting on a damn good show. They certainly knew how to play up their roles.
Zander inched closer to Joey, starting to circle him. The larger man trailed his fingers up one arm as he pressed against the smaller man’s side. “Do you know why I’m punishing you tonight?”
The sub nodded.
“Use your words.”
Joey swallowed hard. “I broke the rules.”
“Which ones?”
Joey’s eyes flicked to his Master’s for a split second, but his head never moved. I could see the manufactured fear in them from here.
“Which ones?” Zander growled again, leaning in closer, his mouth nearly to the shorter man’s ear.
“Please don’t make me say it here, Master.”
“Oh, no,” Master breathed, chuckling wickedly. “You’re not getting out of this one. Everyone here needs to hear what you did.”
Joey’s face got red. Was he actually embarrassed to confess his crimes? That was . . . so fucking hot.
Yup, I definitely had a humiliation kink.
I kept my eyes fixed on the scene playing out before us, but I swore I could feel Sam’s eyes on me from inches away. Was he sensing how turned on this was making me? Could he feel how hot I was getting against his chest?
Then Joey spoke. “I came without permission.”
“How?”
