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When Preston released me and brought both of his hands to the button on my pants, I couldn’t find the breath to even moan. It felt like everything was stuck inside me as he opened them and started easing the zipper over my erection. It hadn’t been terribly visible because I never wore my slacks or jeans that tight, but there was no way he could miss my arousal as the back of his hand caressed over my erection.

He made a low hum that sounded pleased, but his face was hard to read as he carefully started pulling the pants down over my ass. When my pants were around my thighs, his hands came back up and reached for the panties I was wearing.

Panties!

Nothing plain or boring, no masculine boxers. I’d picked out a pair of soft cotton bikini briefs with little flowers on them. They were more playful than naughty, but they were one of my favorites. Preston smiled and his thumb stroked over my erection before he started pulling them down.

He went slowly, like he was opening up a present he knew would be perfect and he wanted to draw out the anticipation. When my cock was finally free, and the panties were around my thighs as well, I felt exposed but oddly sexy.

I could feel the blush start to heat my face as Preston’s hands moved up and down my thighs as he smiled at me. “Over my lap. It’s time to remind you that you want to be a good boy.”

Shuffling a bit awkwardly, I moved beside him and as he sat back deep against the couch, I leaned down and stretched out over him. Preston carefully pulled me closer as I laid my legs out on the couch. My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I pressed my heated face into the cushion.

Preston chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. He wrapped one arm around me and brought the other to caress over my bare ass. He’d pulled my pants down, and I was going to be spanked. Another delicious shiver raced through me.

I’d been naughty, and he needed to punish me.

Preston’s hand felt warm against my skin, and the way my cock was pressed against his leg made me want to thrust against him like I’d seen naughty subs do in a few videos I’d found online. They’d been bad by humping their masters’ legs and had come when they were spanked. One master had even made his sub go stand in the corner with his spanked bottom sticking out, cum dripping down his legs.

It’d been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Do you remember why you’re getting spanked?” His hand began to move in slow, distracting circles over my ass, making it hard to think.

Why was I getting spanked?

“I tried…I…” Taking a deep breath and pushing out the sexy things that were running through my head, I did my best to focus. “I tried to blackmail you. That was very naughty.”

I’d been naughty!

I’d actually flirted and teased with him on the phone. Well, it’d been in a text message, but that wasn’t the point. He’d found me funny and had teased back.

“It’s my job to help you remember how to be a good boy and to not attempt to blackmail your master.” Preston’s voice got sexier as he spoke, hinting at the anticipation that was building in him as well.

Knowing that he was excited and feeling the erection that was pressed against my hip made me feel less awkward. I squeezed my eyes closed as I nodded against the fabric and tried to remind myself that I didn’t look stupid. He wanted to spank me, so he must have thought I looked hot.

The pep talk came to a screeching halt when his hand moved off my ass and came down to smack one cheek. The sound was crazy, but it wasn’t as painful as I’d expected it to be. It was mostly a rush of heat that rolled through me, radiating from my ass.

A shiver raced up my spine, and I moaned as I tried to shift and press my dick harder against his leg. It was incredible. Preston chuckled, and the idea that he knew exactly how he’d made me feel was a bit embarrassing—but not enough to make me want to stop.

When his hand came down again on my other cheek and started a slow, steady rhythm, it felt like all I could do was let the waves of sensation and heat crash over me. The room was quiet except for the sound of his hand meeting my ass in a steady beat that had me anticipating the next smack.

It was better than I’d ever dreamed of.

When it felt like the sensations were building up faster than I could process them and the heat was making it hard to think of anything else but Preston’s hand raining down on me, I found myself squirming and making whining sounds I couldn’t control.

“My beautiful boy.” Preston’s voice was deep with desire, and he broke the rhythm to squeeze my ass, making me breathless as the painful pleasure exploded through me.

When he went back to continuing the spanking, that time slower and lighter, making it feel almost tender, I heard more desperate moans escape from me. Preston chuckled and paused long enough to squeeze my ass again. “Have you learned your lesson, boy? Are you going to remember to be good for me?”

I croaked and shook as I tried to force words out that wouldn’t come. I finally gave up and nodded my head frantically as my ass arched up, pleading for more. It felt like I wasn’t in charge of my body as I wiggled and silently begged to continue. I had no idea what I needed, but I knew if he stopped now I’d lose my mind.

Preston squeezed down again, making me moan. “Shh, it’s all right. I know you’re going to be very good for me. You’ve been so good during your spanking, I think you’ve earned a reward. Is that what you want?”

My hips thrust my cock against his leg, and I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. Nothing about what was happening was under my control, and that just made the pleasure even more intense. I made low whining sounds, trying to plead for more. Preston started roughly kneading my ass. His fingers dug into my cheeks, revealing everything to him, and I felt his fingers skim around my hole as he played with me.

“My sexy boy.” I could hear the desire in his voice, so it didn’t make sense at first why he relaxed his hold on me and stopped the pleasure. I gasped out and my head shot up off the couch. It couldn’t be over. I was so close.

Preston growled low and rolled me over on his lap so my still-hot ass was resting against the fabric of his pants. When he grabbed my erection in his tight fist and started jerking me off, my head fell back against his arm and I moaned. Shaking as the pleasure continued to rise, all I could do was lie there and let it crash over me. As my orgasm exploded, I shook on his lap, trapped in my pants and by his strong arms.