Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Tell me your safewords.” The simple order got a low whine from him and he blushed, but he obeyed.
It just took him a minute to get there.
“Red. Red stops everything.” Letting out a shaky breath when I nodded, he continued more confidently. “Yellow slows things down so…so you know that I’m getting overwhelmed or something is off. Green means I’m fine.”
He must’ve really wanted to try out the spanking to give me such a complete answer.
“Good boy.” Kneading his ass cheek seemed to send another shiver through him, but it also made him look needy. “Is your spanking going to help you remember to be a good sub for me? A good pup?”
That was what we were working toward and I didn’t want him to forget it.
He nodded and words popped out before he’d thought them through. “Can I come?”
With that as his primary goal, who was I to say no?
“Yes, you may come anytime during your spanking, but once you orgasm, then it stops even if you’re still having fun. Is that clear?” I wasn’t sure it’d be enjoyable once he wasn’t hard any longer, but I also wasn’t sure he’d realize that part.
Ender nodded, but I had a feeling he’d have agreed to anything at that point. “Yes, Sir.”
Well, as long as I remembered, that was probably the most important thing. “Good boy.”
He seemed to have completely forgotten about the puppy gear on the table, but that would wait until he was orgasmed out and had a nice red bottom.
“I…I’ll be good.” His head bobbed, but I hadn’t asked a question, so I wasn’t sure what he’d heard.
“I know you will.” Because he really wanted a spanking so it must’ve felt a lot better than I’d expected. “Stand up for me. I can’t wait to see you bent over my lap.”
Just in case there was any doubt about my feelings on the matter, I wanted to clear those up before I bared his ass.
Ender tried to obey but a needy shiver caught him off guard and he almost fell as he tried to stand. For some reason that set off a cascade of panic in him and he started waving his arms around as I grabbed his hips and he steadied himself. “I can do it. Don’t change your mind.”
Good grief.
“I won’t.” I also wasn’t going to let him fall, so I kept a tight hold on him. “As long as you don’t get hurt like a concussion or breaking something, I will spank you.”
So submissive Ender was a panicker…that was good to know.
“Good. Yes. Good. I was a good boy.” That seemed important for me to know and also reinforced my thoughts about how foggy his logic was at the moment.
“You are a very good boy.” Deciding that dragging out the getting ready part would only make him more nuts, I started working on his pants as soon as I knew he wouldn’t go crashing into something. “I’m going to show you just how good you’ve been.”
Doing my best to remember that this was logical in the BDSM world, I refused to worry about how it sounded. Ender was looking a lot happier and his dick was clearly excited about the plan, and those were the only things that mattered.
“Carefully over my lap. Be good for me.” I wasn’t sure he was registering the fact that his ass and dick were currently bared, but I just liked how eager he was for the new experience. “I want your head and legs on the couch so you feel steady. You can’t have a good orgasm if you’re feeling wobbly.”
At least that sounded like good logic to me…and that way I knew he wouldn’t fall and freak out.
Ender wasn’t going to argue about the instructions…or maybe anything…and started nodding as he looked like he was ready to dive onto my lap. “Yes, Sir. Yes. I can do that.”
It was so weird but it was kind of cool that I could scramble his brains so easily…they were definitely powers I should use for good and not evil, though.
I just needed to figure out what that would look like.
“Good boy. Slowly.” Keeping a firm grip on him until his arms were braced on the couch and he was lowering himself safely, I carefully released him and made sure his cock was comfortably positioned and aimed up his body.
That was the point where he realized he was slightly naked.
“Oh.” I was guessing it was the dick-hand contact that got his brain to function just a bit better, but he didn’t come across as upset. “I…”
That seemed to be where his brain stopped again and I got nothing else but a moan as I gave his cock a squeeze and released it so he could rub it against my thighs. “Oh, Sir…”
Whatever else he was going to say was lost in a moan as he pressed his face against the couch, but that might’ve been because I’d started caressing his ass. “You know, I haven’t forgotten the night you were drunk texting me and told me how much of a bottom you thought you were.”