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Chapter 15

Casey

“What did you do?” I hadn’t been able to stop asking myself that question since my conversation with Preston late Friday night. Almost twenty-four hours later, I still hadn’t found the answer…just more questions.

What were you thinking?

How did you lose your mind and end up insane?

Why did you tell him you wanted a spanking?

What had he thought about the idea?

Would he do it right away?

The list was endless. The smart thing to do would have been to ask him so I didn’t worry, but I never claimed to be smart. Hardworking? Yes. Painfully shy? Yes. Working on not being painfully shy? Yes. Too curious about sex stuff for my own good? Yes.

Yeah, instead of doing the smart thing and asking Preston about any of it, I’d just worried and paced. Working had chased it out of my head for short periods, but it hadn’t been long until the questions had come crawling back.

All it had led to was a sleepless night and heartburn that wouldn’t go away.

Oh, and an erection that wouldn’t go away too.

That wasn’t helpful either.

It was, however, distracting. Especially since I wasn’t sure if I should…handle it myself or not. Preston and I had talked about the…permission stuff, but we hadn’t exactly agreed on anything. But telling myself he wouldn’t like it if I masturbated made it all even hotter.

As I paced one more time through the living room and back to the front door to see if he’d arrived yet, I tried to tell myself to relax, but that didn’t seem to be working. I’d almost made it back around to the front door when a knock made me squeal like the next teenager in a horror movie who was getting ready to die.

Taking a deep breath, I counted to ten and then opened the door, trying to look sane. It didn’t work.

Preston tried to look serious. “Just an FYI. The next time you count and tell yourself to calm down you might want to do it a bit quieter. Your front door is not as sound resistant as you think.”

I caught a glimpse of his smile as my head crashed into his chest. “Shit.”

“Naughty boy, I don’t remember giving you permission to use those kinds of words. You’re adding more spankings to the list.” I should have been even more embarrassed, but the heat and pure desire in his voice made it hard to think of anything but pleasing him and how turned on I already was.

His arms surrounded me and pulled me close as he caressed down my back and over my ass to give one cheek a squeeze. “You’re going to be so pretty draped over my lap, naughty boy.”

We were both aware that he was making up crazy little things to punish me over so it could be fun, but something about the idea that I’d been naughty had me squirming and wanting to apologize. It was weird.

“I’m sorry for being naughty, Sir.”

Shit,that really was weird.

And kind of erotic in a dirty sort of way.

I’d been naughty enough to need a spanking.

A moan broke out as he continued to caress and play with my ass. The sound was deep and needy and so startling that it chased the crazy thoughts from my head. I couldn’t ever remember making a noise like that.

I was moaning like a porn star.

I felt heat creep back up my face, but I didn’t fight the low, pleasured sounds that escaped as he touched me. When he started to whisper in my ear, it only got worse. “My naughty boy, it sounds like you need your spanking, don’t you? You want to make it up to me and show me how good you can be, don’t you?”

Shit.

Little fireworks fired through me and a shiver raced down my spine to make my already hard cock throb. I nodded against his chest, fighting back the shyness that wanted me to deny every dirty thought running through my head.