Page 56 of Kit
I kicked them off, then reached up to the hem of my sweater.
“Stop.” Parker put his hand up, palm out. “Leave the sweater on. Just your bottom half needs to be bare.”
My cock started to fill. Being half undressed made it seem like I was even more naked.
Parker slid back on the mattress, his legs still hanging off it, and gestured to me. “Over my lap, now.”
“Yes, sir.” My body started quivering, but not from cold.
I obeyed, placing myself over his lap. My cock dangled between his legs. I used my legs to push my ass up.
A warm palm pressed down on one ass cheek. Parker’s other hand rested at the center of my back.
“Stay still, baby boy.”
“Make it red, Daddy.”
Parker stroked his hand over both my cheeks, making my skin heat all over. His hand was warm, the fingers pressing firm like I needed.
“Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
His hand left my skin. I pressed my lips tightly together in preparation.
The first slap was a test. Not light, but not too hard. It didn’t hurt. I reached down and grasped his calf with one hand to keep myself balanced and still.
“Do you need this, baby boy?”
“Yes, Daddy. I need it. More.”
The second smack stung. But not enough.
“Okay?”
“I deserve it harder, Daddy.”
“Hmm, yes, I see that.”
Another smack came. This one rang through my body. My cheeks actually spread under the firmness of that one.
“Is it red?” I gasped.
Parker surprised me with his reply. “Not red enough.”
“I need to feel it all night long. The heat of it, Daddy.”
“I understand. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
More spanks came. The speed increased. Suddenly, my skin was on fire just as I’d desired. I was the burning log rolling away from the hearth. Flames ignited on my ass with each smack. My cock hardened, seeking touch. I was trapped. I could do nothing but take my punishment.
As it should be.
I lost count of the spanks. Tears filled my eyes as the sting grew with every hit. Then they stopped. The hand stroked my seared flesh back and forth.
“Beautiful,” Parker said. “Nice and red.”
I gasped for breath, moaning.
