We both already knew the answer to that, so I wasn’t surprised when he gave a timid nod against my neck. However, I was pleased that he’d admitted it. “I’m so glad you want to be a good boy.” I tightened my hold on his cheek. “Sometimes even good boys need a spanking, though. Have you thought about getting spanked?”
Casey shivered again, and I felt his dick thrust against me. Just imagining what he was wearing under his pants as he rubbed himself off against me had my cock leaking precum. I’d thought his reaction was as much of a response as I would get, but he surprised me. “Yes, Sir.”
I couldn’t tell if he was more confident about what he wanted, or just too turned on to realize what he was admitting, but I decided not to question it. “Have you imagined what it would be like for me to spank you?” I caressed down over his hole, and even though he was still wearing too many clothes, he moaned and his ass lifted to push back against my hand.
My needy boy.
I pressed harder against him, trying to give him what he was silently begging for. “Have you played with yourself, fantasizing about how good it would feel to be draped over my lap?”
His muscles tightened, but I knew by the way he shivered that his reaction wasn’t stress or nerves, just desire. “I’d have to spank you for being naughty. I’d bend you over and pull down your pants. I’d stroke over your panties and tell you what a naughty boy you’d been. Then, I’d ease your panties down over your ass and run my hand over your cheeks. Your nerves would keep building as I made you wait. When I was ready, I’d bring my hand down and the sharp sting would run through you.”
I gave him the barest of taps, just enough to make the fantasy even better, and his entire body jerked. Going back to kneading his ass, I made sure my fingers caressed his cloth-covered hole. “As I was spanking you, I’d have to tell you why you were naughty. I’d tell you how wicked you’d been during the photo shoot and how you’d teased me. I’d tell you that next time you got your picture taken, all the other guys would see your red ass and know you’d been punished.”
I gave him another light tap, and it was too much for my excited but shy boy. He groaned, and I felt his body jerk as he thrust his cock against me. The way he moved made it clear my cutie had come, and I knew it would be a turning point for our relationship.
Kissing his head, I slowly turned my caresses from teasing and arousing to slow and tender. “My beautiful boy.”
He relaxed against me for just a moment before the fog cleared and he realized what he’d done. I heard a low groan, this time clearly from embarrassment, and he tensed.
Tightening my hold on my probably mortified boyfriend, I kissed his head again. “No, there’s nothing wrong with what we did or how you reacted. I love knowing I turned you on and seeing how much you liked my fantasy. If you get embarrassed then I’ll have to get embarrassed because it was my fantasy, remember? You don’t want that, do you?”
Okay, so it was terrible logic, but it was all I could think of at the moment. Casey seemed to realize how insane it was because he giggled against me. It cleared some of the stress from him, and he sighed and snuggled close again. “I don’t want you to be upset.”
His quiet words held just enough laughter that he made me smile. “Good, because I’m sure in there somewhere would be a reason to punish you.”
That had him chuckling again. “Yes, Sir.”
Hearing that was incredible. No liquor-infused confidence or sexual haze distracting him, just my shy boy letting me know what he wanted…to belong to me.
Do you have any idea how many bathroom mirror selfies I had to take in the panties before it looked good but didn’t show too much and didn’t show my head?
Any guesses?
TOO MANY!
But I did it. Now I’m going to crawl under the bed and hide from the world…or at least the internet. I really don’t want to know if my ass looks fat in those panties or if I look stupid. You guys wanted to see, so I gave in, but fair warning, I can’t deal with mean (this should not be a surprise) so you have to BE NICE TO ME!
Okay, I might have had a few beers at this point before I could put the pictures up. No more caps. Sorry for hollering at you guys. This was a stupid idea, but it really is all your fault.
Five months, one week until first date
