Mine Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“Yes, Sir.”

I do as he says, while Sir tells Reggie, “Sit on the bed. Watch us. If there’s anything you don’t like happening to you, say red. If you’re unsure, say yellow. If there’s anything you don’t like between my boy and me, you’re free to leave the room with no judgment on our part. We all have different limits, and that’s okay.”

“Yes, Marsh,” Reggie says as I enter the room. He sits on the bed while Sir takes the chair. It’s armless, which will make it easier for me to lie over his lap…

To get a spanking…

In front of my best friend.

I remember the time Reggie tried to do it to me, that it felt weird to him and we had to stop. Will he be okay seeing someone else swat my ass?

“Pull down your shorts and underwear midthigh.” I’m wearing gym shorts, so that makes it easy.

Once I’m bare assed over his thighs, he rubs a hand over my cheeks. “So beautiful…so mine… No one can touch you unless I say they can.”

Yes, yes, yes.

“Thank you for the reminder, Sir.”

“I’m going to give you fifteen swats. You’ll count each one out loud and then thank me for them.”

Oh my God. My head spins at the thought of that. This is supposed to be for punishment, but I want it so much. “Yes, Sir.”

Smack! A burning sting lands on my left cheek—not too hard. I know he’s just warming me up, getting me ready.

“One! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack! This one on my right. “Two! Thank you, Sir.”

Smack!

“Three. Thank you, Sir!” Each one is harder, each sting lasting longer, making the burn spread across my ass.

Four…five…six…seven. I count and thank him for each. My cock is aching, it’s so hard, my balls already unbelievably full.

Smack! “Eight! Thank you, Sir.”

I wiggle on his lap. When we get to ten, I start to cry. My breathing is heavier. It hurts, and I can hardly sit still, but each spank is welcome. Is wanted and needed because I want to be punished when we’re in a scene and I’m not respectful. It’s Sir taking care of me and giving me something I’ve spent years craving but didn’t know how to find.

“Eleven! Thank you, Sir!”

The crying is harder now, the room a blur around me. I’m not focused on anything other than me and my Sir, so when he says, “He’s okay, Reggie. I promise. Come here,” I’m totally thrown.

Somehow, I forgot my best friend is here. He must look scandalized for Sir to say something.

“I like it…I want it. Please, can I have more?”

“This is supposed to be a punishment, pet,” Sir replies as I see Reggie’s feet beside me. “Look at how pretty his red ass is,” Sir tells him.

“He’s crying.”

“He wants to cry for me. Do you need to leave?”

“No,” Reggie replies. “I know he likes it. I don’t know why it’s weird for me to see.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I think it’s hot, but then my brain tells me I shouldn’t,” Reggie admits.

“Kneel beside him,” Sir tells my friend. “And remember, you can go at any moment.”

Reggie chooses to kneel.

“Reach beneath him. Feel his cock.”

Reggie does, and I whimper at his hand on my achingly hard erection.

“Damn…he’s really fucking hard. I am too, but…”

“I know. Having an erection isn’t consent, it doesn’t mean someone wants something. What do you say if you want me to stop?” Sir asks me.

“Red.”

“Slow down?”

“Yellow.”

“If you want me to keep going?”

“Green.”

“What’s your color right now?”

“Green…so much green.” I look at Reggie, who is watching me, and see something change in his expression, something good. I don’t know what he sees in my face, but whatever it is tells him how much I crave this. How much I fucking love it. “It’s amazing, Reg.”

He nods. “It’s really hot. He’s right, you’re beautiful like this.” He grins, reaches over, and cups my face. I nuzzle into his palm, feeling overwhelming relief at the complete acceptance from my best friend and the man I love. “Can I watch from here, Marsh?”

“Yes. Thank you for wanting to take care of him. That’s all I want for him, and I’m glad he has you,” Marshall says, and something about those words and the two of them together opens the floodgates even more. Emotion surges to the surface, my tears for a whole new reason now.

Smack!

“Twelve! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!

“Thirteen! Thank you, Sir!”

Reggie keeps one hand on me and one on his cock, rubbing it through his nylon shorts, the bulge obvious. He likes this but feels he shouldn’t.

Smack!

I wince, this one much harder than the others. My ass is on fire, but I welcome the burn.

“Fourteen! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!

“Fifteen. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I’m floating on a cloud, my endorphins buzzing and zapping.

“Kiss it and make it better, Reggie,” my Sir says.


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