“But you were slurrin’ and swayin’ a minute ago.”
He turned his head to stare at me from beneath the flop of his bangs.“I may have been playin’ it up a bit, since I knew ’twould vex you.”
Yeah, he did that a lot, it seemed.Instigating little brat.
“Oscar Yates,” I said, “why, you are even naughtier than I’d imagined.’Tis a good thing you’re across my lap.”
He huffed a laugh and gave another half-hearted wriggle.“I reckon so.”
Then I swatted his bare ass so hard that he jerked and uttered a surprised yelp.
“Jimmy!”he said, the yelp turning into a soft moan.“Gawd.”
’Twas like the first time I’d ever spanked him, in the hotel the day after we’d met, after he’d woken me with his mouth on my privates and I’d realized I’d got more than I’d bargained for when I’d offered a helping hand.
Turned out he’d known exactly what to do to get me to forget all my principles and give in to my baser instincts.At the time, I’d been confused and startled by my feelings.By now, I was used to them, and I savored how joyful it felt to have Oscar safe and contained o’er my lap, taking a spanking that symbolized my love and care for him and knew he had wantings that matched mine.I’d long gotten o’er the guilt and shame of it, and Oscar had never struggled with any of that.
“You are a very naughty boy, Oscar Yates,” I said in the gravelly tones he liked so much.“And I aim to teach you how to behave.”
“I am,” he muttered, grinding his hard cock against my thigh.“I am so goddamned naughty.I might have drank a bit too much of that nice bourbon.That’s not very responsible of me, is it?”
“No, it ain’t,” I agreed, glad he was fully on board with pretending.“I reckon ’tis only because you ain’t had any proper rearin’,” I said, spanking him again.“And I aim to fix that right now.”
He made a choked sound as I started to go at him in earnest—not as serious as a punishment, but hard enough to inflame him, let him know I meant business and that I was priming his ass for what I wanted even more than this.If I wasn’t careful, I’d have him making a mess on my trousers, which had happened on occasion.
Since we were in an actual cathouse, we didn’t have to worry about the noises of our strange pastime, even though it did make me a tad self-conscious to know other folks could hear us.Nobody would pay it any mind, though, and ’twasn’t gonna stop me from taking him the way I wanted.
“Are you sorry?Are you sorry for your bad behavior?”
Oscar grunted as I spanked him, and I wondered if he was gonna answer me.Finally, he said, “I’m sorry, mister.I’m so sorry.I’m a terrible tease and a rude fella.Is there any way I can make it up to you?I’ll do whatever you want!”
Well, this was interesting.Oscar had altered the rules of this game all of a sudden, and I liked where he was going with it.
“Oh, you’ll make it up to me, I reckon.Don’t you worry about that,” I said, smoothing a hand o’er his plump behind where I’d spanked it and feeling warmth on my thigh from his leaking cock.“I ain’t stoppin’ yet, though.You’re gonna take a few more swats so’s I know you’ve learned your lesson.I saw you take that woman’s pocketbook, and that ain’t the way a gentleman behaves.”
“No,” Oscar moaned, as I rained more slaps on his poor behind.“Stop.Stop!I’m sorry.I only needed money.I’ll behave!”
“You will.And you better not spend on me, because I got plans for that little dick of yours.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Oscar panted.“I’m gonna spend for real if you keep talkin’ that way.”
I stopped, and brought both of us to our feet, holding him firm with a hand on his arm, as I wrapped strong fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed.
“Don’t.You.Dare,”I whispered, the pressure around the base of his cock preventing him from going o’er and driving him mad in the process.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed.“I won’t.I won’t.Oh goddammit.”He hissed in the pain of holding back when there was nothing else he could do but suffer it—and curse.
I had him right where I wanted him.When his body had backtracked from the edge and his breathing calmed a bit, I released my hold on his cock and his arm and stepped back.I grabbed one of the straight chairs and pulled it o’er, sitting on it and leaning back as if I were ready for a show.I crossed one leg across the other and folded my arms.
“Go on,” I said.“You wanna keep playing this game?”
Oscar stood there, swaying, and gazing at me out of dazed and confused eyes.“Huh?”
“You wanted to strip for me earlier, when our guests were here.I reckon you can do it for me now, so’s I can enjoy it in private.”
“Well shit, mister,” Oscar whined.“You sure got a strange way of punishin’ me for stealin’.I reckon I’ll think twice about it in future.”
I grinned.“See that you do.Anyway, I’ll make sure you don’t want for nothin’, if you stay with me.I’ll keep you safe and fed, and I’ll look out for you.”
