Page 4 of Getting Hitched
“Hold his hands,” Gray said to Jack.
Jack climbed on the bed, took hold of Mason’s wrists, and stretched his arms over his head.
Gray slapped the crop against the back of Mason’s right thigh. The harshness of the blow must have shocked Mason. He rose up on tiptoe.
“Count,” Gray demanded.
“O-one.”
He hit Mason’s other thigh.
“Two.”
Gray rubbed his sore flesh. “Breathe.”
Mason did. In and out.
Slap.
“T-three.”
Slap.
“Four.”
Gray shifted attention to his ass, giving him two blows, one right after the other.
Mason writhed, but he didn’t say a word.
“Did you lose count?”
He shivered. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Two extra for that. Jack, tell him the count.”
“That was five and six.” Jack’s voice shook. He was spellbound by Mason’s submission.
“Five. Six,” Mason said.
“Do you remember your safe word?” Gray asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He cropped Mason’s thigh.
“S-seven.”
“That’s good, boy.”
Crack!
“Eight.”
Gray gave him the last four in a hard rush.
Mason fought to suck in air. Gray wasn’t sure if Mason could catch his breath to count.
“Nine-ten-eleven-twelve.”
