Page 33 of Our Little Sebastian
“Sebastian, did you hear what Daddy said?” Papa was looking at me and I realised I’d not moved from the bathroom door way.
“Oh right. Yes. I want this, I really do. Sorry, I got lost in my own head there for a minute. Um, so Papa is in charge of the spanking?’”
“This time he is, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll get my turn to change the colour of your cute little behind soon.” Daddy gave a smirk, which I got the feeling meant trouble for my arse later down the track. “Come over here, love.”
He’d called me a couple of times. I knew it was only a term of affection, but each time I heard it I hoped a little harder that wewouldall fall madly in love with each other.
Papa smirked and I realised I’d been wandering off into my own thoughts again.
“Sorry.” I moved quickly until I stood before him. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but luckily he did. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Daddy had taken a seat in the armchair to watch us.
I dropped my towel and laid myself over his lap. It felt strange but not bad, especially when he laid a comforting hand across my lower back.
“Now I’m not going to make you count, I just want you to feel it and let go. if you think you can’t continue or it becomes too much, call red, baby, and it all stops okay?”
“Yes, Papa.” I took a deep breath and tried to let go of the residual stress I always carried and focus on my Daddies.
“Remember, this isn’t punishment; this is to help you feel calm, and a reminder that we are with you each step of the way.”
My skin pebbled as his fingers brushed over my arse cheeks.
“Ready baby?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. I took a shaky breath in as his large hand came down on my unprotected skin.
The heat and pain caused conflicting feelings in my brain. I was already bracing for the next spank. My body was primed to feel the next smack. Papa didn’t leave me waiting for long as hebrought his hand down again, this time on the other cheek. He continued, building up the intensity and bringing it back down until I didnt think my body could take much more. I started to cry and couldn’t stop, it felt like all the negative feelings were being purged from my body one spank at a time.
“That’s it baby boy, let it all out. Give me your tears. Papa is greedy for them, little one.” Papa’s voice was husky and calm and I did as he asked, letting the tears flow.
“It hurts, Papa.” I hissed as Papa landed a slap with particular vigour. It stung a whole lot.
“I know, baby boy. Gonna hurt a lot more before it gets better.” Did Papa have to sound so smug about it?
“You’re being very mean, Papa,” I whined, as Papa brought his hand down again. This was really messing with my brain
I wasn’t sure if it was the physical release or the breaking down of my last mental walls, but I sobbed, great heaving sobs, as my cock grew harder and my brain grew quieter.
Then Daddy’s hands were cupping my face, telling me what a good boy I was. How had he moved from the chair so fast, and why had Papa stopped spanking me? I already missed the rhythmic push and pull of the emotions it drew from me.
I was still spread over Papa’s lap, and I could feel what my naked, sobbing state had done to him by the large prominent bulge I was laying on.
“Do you want me to fix that, Papa?” I snuffled, wiping tears from my eyes, eager to taste my Papa’s come. I wanted to make him feel as floaty and good as I did right now.
“No, baby, this is my time to spoil you. Lay still and let me rub some lotion into your pink skin.” I tipped my head so I could see Papa’s face. He was smiling at me as he held his hand out to Daddy.
Daddy handed him a bottle and soon cool liquid spread over my burning backside. I felt sore but amazing, and Papa’s handmassaging my hurts was making me feel squirmy. My cock was already hard from the spanking, and I sure as hell didn’t expect that. I’d never thought of myself as someone who got off on pain or humiliation, but here we were.
My internal ramblings were cut short when Papa’s thick oiled fingers traced over my crack. I clenched down, trying to stop my cock from getting any more into this than it already was. I was still on restrictions, and had no cage on to stop my cock from doing whatever the hell it wanted.
His finger grazed my hole again and he pressed against my rim lightly, causing me to arch and moan, “Daddy.”
“What, baby?” Daddy knelt down in front of me, stroking my hair and face.
“Papa is being mean. I’m gonna come if he’s not careful, then I’ll be in trouble.” I pouted, close to both tears and coming. My body was so damn confused.
“Do you think we should let our little Sebastian have a reward, Marco?” Daddy tipped my head back so I could look at him.
“I think he has earned a reward, don’t you?” Papa said as he pushed one of his thick fingers inside of me. Oh my god, it felt amazing. After last night I’d definitely become a fan of arse play, and to have Papa’s stroke inside of me while the skin of my arse still stung was a whole new level of feeling.
