“You won’t be looking for yourself?”
I grinned. “No, definitely not. I’ve got all I can handle right here.”
“Strip and then kneel on the end of the bed, head down, ass in the air.” Those were the first words Blake said to me when he let me into his cabin.
A shiver ran over me as I kicked off my shoes. I undressed quickly, glad I’d only worn athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I was quivering with a mix of nerves and anticipation as I positioned myself on the bed. I remembered how badly my first spanking had hurt, and this time my fuck-up was far more serious. I trusted Blake not to push me too far, though, so I did as he asked, laying my head against my folded arms and exposing myself to him fully.
“Do you remember your safe words?” Blake asked.
“Red to stop. Yellow to slow down.”
“Good boy.” He ran a hand over my ass and squeezed. I sucked in a breath as he brushed my hole with his thumb. “I’m going to use my belt this time, but I’m going to warm you up with my hand first.”
“It’s going to hurt a lot worse, isn’t it?”
“It is, but I know you can take it. Trust me to give you what you need and no more.”
“I trust you, Daddy.”
He brought his hand down on my ass. I yelped and jerked away, but he pressed a hand to my lower back to hold me in place. “Keep still.”
I nodded, and he gave my ass a light tap. “I want to hear your answer.”
“I’ll try, Daddy.”
“That’s all I need, boy.”
He spanked me again, and this time he kept going, bringing his hand down again and again. The blows weren’t nearly as hard as some he’d given me, but my ass was warm and stinging before he stopped.
I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the jangle of his belt buckle. “I’m going to use my belt now,” he told me as he pulled it from his waist. “Remember, it will hurt worse if you tense up.”
I did remember that, but I had no idea how I was supposed to relax as I waited for him to bring the soft leather down on my already sore ass. My cock was rock hard. I wanted this, but I was also scared.
The first slap was light, but it still stung enough to make me pull away from him. When he brought the belt down again, pain bloomed across my ass, seeming to radiate through my whole body. I whimpered, sounding desperate.
Blake brushed his fingers over the spot he’d just struck. That made the pain flare again, but instead of pulling away, I worked my hips, reaching into his touch. That burn was what I needed. “Please.”
“More?” he asked.
“Yes. More.”
His fingers skimmed down the back of my thigh and then: Slap! The belt came down again and then again in quick succession. I squirmed, not knowing if I wanted to push toward the belt or scurry away. My entire body buzzed, and my cock ached. I was overloaded with sensation. Blake brought the belt down again, the hardest stroke he’d given me yet.
I screamed that time. It hurt so much I wasn’t sure if I could take it. My legs shook and tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I knew I wasn’t done. I was only going to be done when Daddy decided I was.
Blake caressed my back, his touch gentle. “You’re doing so good, boy.”
“Thank you.” My voice was so soft I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
“Are you going to remember how capable you are from now on?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you can take this, you can stand up to anything.”
“Please,” I whined.
“We’re almost done. Take a deep breath.”
17
Blake
I laid my hand flat against Riley’s back as I felt his body expand with air. Just as he began to exhale, I brought the belt down again. Riley jumped as it slapped against his skin. He was so fucking beautiful struggling to take his punishment.
“Hurts so bad.”
I kissed Riley’s bright red ass. “I know, baby. You’re almost done.”
Reaching under him, I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped him with slow strokes. He groaned, pushing into the circle of my fingers. “I’m not really sure what hurts and what feels good anymore.”
“You don’t have to figure that out. You just have to obey.”
“I can do that. Please, Daddy.”
I let go of his cock and cracked the belt down, slapping first one cheek and then the other. He gasped, wriggling his ass and arching his back more deeply. I brought the belt down a final time, and the crack echoed in the room.
“Too much,” Riley sobbed. “T-too much.”
“It’s okay, baby. You’re done now. You did it.”
He sniffled. “I… I did?”
“Yes.” I brushed damp strands of hair from his face. “I didn’t go easy on you either. Not just anyone could handle that, but you did. And you can handle everything else I ask you to do now, can’t you?”