Page 248 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"Bottom or top?"

I issue him a glare. "That's none of your business."

"Have you ever spanked anyone?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Many gay boys enjoy spanking. I'm surprised you've never tried it."

I bite my thumbnail. "I've never… had the chance. My ex-boyfriend wasn't kinky in the bedroom and he only liked vanilla sex."

"That must've been disappointing."

"I've only been with him. No one else." I shrug. "I guess I don't know what else I'm missing."

Hilton motions for me to join him. "Take your shirt off."

I run my fingers over my sweater. "This old thing?"

"Yes." Hilton looks me up and down. "As other executives explained to me, the program works best when you're shirtless. You'll overcome any fears you have surrounding your body."

"I'm trusting you." I stare dead into his eyes. "I don't want to regret this."

"You won't."

Reaching under my sweater, I tug it over my head and cast it to the floor. I cover my bare chest with my hands, turning away from him.

Gosh, it's been ages since I've taken my shirt off in the presence of another man. My ex-boyfriend didn't like my body—I was too thin. He wanted someone with massive pectorals and biceps, which wasn't me.

Hilton reclines in his kitchen chair and pats his knee. "Come here."

Fighting back a blush, I scamper to his side. He grabs my arm and slams me over his lap.

I let out a yelp as a wave of heat pushes through me. "Hey!"

Hilton massages my ass over my jeans. "Look at this jiggly little butt. Oh yeah, boy, you definitely have a lot of pent-up stress back here."

"What are you doing?" I cry.

"I'm relieving your stress. You need to learn to speak to clients and get over your social anxiety. I'll deposit a handful of hard spankings on your jiggly ass to help you grow more confident."

Hilton raises his right hand and brings it down on my cheeks.

Smack.

A frisson of heat claws at my insides. I yelp, then shake in his firm lap. "Oh my God!"

He swats me again.

Smack.

This time, I try to resist, but the whimper that tears out of my lips betrays my need.

"That's right, boy." Hilton spanks me again. "Release that tension. I can feel that hard cock digging into my thigh. Nothing wrong with that, boy. This is to help you get over your social anxiety, remember. Don't feel any shame today. Give yourself over to my firm swats."

Hilton raises his hand and spanks me again. I stifle a scream, then quiver on his lap. With every swat, my body lights up even more. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced.

"Fuck, that hurts!"

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