“Hey, I’m not begging for a spanking.” Eli tried to sound outraged, but it wasn’t believable. The excitement in his eyes gave him away.
“Oh, but you are. And throwing your food at me has only cemented that.” Turning away from a clearly aroused Eli, I looked toward Houston. “Do you have a guest room or study with a sturdy chair I can use?”
Reece was back to giving his impression of a goldfish, but Houston chuckled. “Down the hall, first door on the right. The chair should be sturdy enough.”
“Thank you. Eli, if you would come with me, please.” I kept my tone even, but I knew the heat coming from my eyes betrayed just how turned on I was.
Eli didn’t even try to argue that he didn’t want a spanking or that he’d behaved. He just stood and nearly purred, he was so turned on. My exhibitionist little brat. Taking Eli’s hand, I gave Houston a nod. “We’ll be right back.”
As we walked down the hall, I heard Reece. “Are they going to have sex in your office?”
I pictured Houston’s casual shrug as he started talking. “Quite possibly, but if they leave cum on my desk, I’m going to lose it.”
Whatever Reece was going to say was abruptly cut off as the sound of kissing followed us down the hall. Houston didn’t seem to care what we’d do in his office. He just didn’t want Reece to worry or us to leave a mess, evidently.
“You were naughty at the table. After your behavior in the parking garage and teasing me, I think you need a reminder of how a good boy is supposed to behave.” My rough words washed over Eli and seemed to bring a flood of submission. The frustrated sub who hadn’t been getting enough attention, or the right kind of attention, was gone and the sexy sub who was shaking with arousal was back.
“I…I’m sorry, Sir.” Eli didn’t sound sorry, but it was clear he was trying.
Opening the door to a small but well-organized office, I guided Eli over to a chair in the corner. It was a sturdy-looking leather one with a high back. The lack of arms made it look almost like it was designed for a dining room table, but it was perfect for my purpose.
Sitting down, I started to unbutton Eli’s pants with efficient movements that just seemed to turn him on even more. Something about the lack of overt romance and seduction seemed to push his need even closer to the surface.
When his pants were loose enough that I knew they’d slide down easily, I gave him a firm look. “Over my lap. I won’t tolerate bad table manners, Brat.”
I could feel little shivers of excitement and need running through Eli as he shifted and laid himself over my lap. With his head down and ass in the air, I had to fight back the moan that wanted to escape. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Roughly shoving his pants down so they were just below his ass, I bared the tiniest panties I’d ever seen. The scrap of fabric teased up his crack and left his cheeks bare, perfect for a spanking. My little slut.
Steadying him with one arm wrapped around his waist, I let the other rest on his ass, making slow circles. “They’re going to hear every cry of pain and pleasure, Brat. They’re going to know just what a naughty boy you were and how you’re being punished.”
Eli let out a low moan as my fingers teased over the dark purple fabric and over his tight little hole. It took a few moments, but finally, he managed to force the breathy, desire-filled words out. “I’m sorry. I was naughty. I understand you have to punish me.”
Bringing my hand up and down quickly, I loved the way he moaned and the flush of pink that showed the outline of my hand. Not worried about his pain tolerance, I wasn’t going to bother with taking the time to let it build. That would be another night.
Inthat moment, I wanted to send Eli flying, and I wanted Reece to hear how turned on Eli was and how much he needed it. I didn’t want there to be any confusion about Eli’s desires and choices. “You were very naughty.”
Keeping up the steady rhythm of smacks to his arched, quivering ass, I listened to Eli’s moans and told him in beautifully dirty detail how wicked he’d been. When I started talking about the way he’d teased me and how aroused he’d gotten me, I started mixing up the spanking with teasing touches to his ass.
His needy moans jumped in volume to almost porn-star quality when I pushed the fabric out of the way and started barely fucking his ass with the tip of one finger. It was just enough of a pinch to send him even higher.
Eli knew enough not to beg for more, but he couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped and the way his body reacted, shaking and arching up to silently plead for more. Pulling out, I roughly gave him several more spanks. “Naughty boy, trying to get me to fuck you harder.”
Whimpering, Eli tried to stay still, but he was fighting a losing battle. Because it was one he really didn’t want to win. “I think I’m going to have to try something else to get your attention. You’re just focusing on how hard your cock is and how good my dick would feel sliding into you, aren’t you, naughty boy?”
Surprisingly enough, my stern words only fueled his desire. By the time I brought my fingertip back to his tight pucker and started lightly caressing over it, he was desperate. “Yes, you need something else to remind you how to be a good boy. You want to be my good boy, don’t you, Eli?”
“Yes…good…please…” The halting words weren’t anywhere close to a full sentence, but they seemed to be all he could manage.
“Then ask me for more. Ask me for another punishment so I know you want to learn your lesson.” The seductive order was given while I alternated between the light caresses and not-quite-painful spanks to his ass that left him breathless.
Eli’s head relaxed down even lower, and he offered his ass up. “Please, Sir. Please. Good.”
Incredible.
And damn it, I didn’t have my camera.
I was going to have to learn to bring it everywhere.
