I walked away from the bed. In one of Joe's dresser draws was his spanking implicates. They were hidden beneath a puddle of underwear. I saw the one I wanted immediately. It was an auburn wooden plank with the inscription of 'Nick's Paddle' over its flat side. Joes friend bought it for us as a joke for Christmas a few years ago. Joe used it for fun in bed. I could tell Joe had to hold back a laugh as I pulled it out.
"You think that getting a spanking is funny, Joey?" I did my best to not start laughing as well.
"No, sir." Joe choked on his laughs.
"Ok then. Over my knee." I commanded Joe. I sat on the corner of the bed and held Joseph's waist tightly in my arm. I tapped the middle of his bottom slightly. With a loud CRACK, the paddle nailed him square on his cheeks. Joe let out a loud yelp. He tried to throw his hands to cover his backside. I clenched his hands quickly. "No, Joey. You have to take your punishment."
"That hurt, sir." Joe whined.
"It's supposed to." I laid another two smacks to his sensitive bottom. I set the paddle beside Joe on the bed. I heard a sigh under Joe's breath. That sigh quickly turned to a gasp as I removed his pyjama bottoms. Take a deep breath. I continued his paddling the same as it started. I probably had given him twenty-five or so strokes before I started to hear his voice become laboured. I could feel him cringe every time it hit him. I knew that he would never cry or beg for me to stop, no matter how bad it would hurt him. He had been taught not to.
Joe lay limp acrossed my knee. I decided that fifty ought to be enough. I threw the paddle down. I saw that Joe had begun to dig his nails into the comforter. "Joey? You alright?"
Joe sniffled before answering. "Yeah. Who would have known you had a hell of a swing?"
I picked Joe up off my lap. I laid him face down on the bed and stroked his back. "It's ok to cry, you know?" Joe sighed into the bed. "Maybe it was a bad idea." Joe's head shot up to look at me. "I shouldn't have hurt you. I don't want you to ever to be reminded of..."
"Nicholas! I could never think that of you." Joe interrupted. "That was fun, even if it hurt like a son of a gun. And you did it out of love. What my dad did to me was nothing in comparison." Joe sat up and threw his lips on top of my. He smothered my mouth with his own. I fell back on to the bed as he pushed on top of me. Joe took his mouth off me for a moment to speak. "Besides, I trust you."
This meant a lot to me. Just before the spanking, I worried about him losing trust in me. I relaxed knowing that Joe wanted to make love to me for more than to check my hole to see if I had slept with someone other than him tonight.
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Oddly that turned me on....maybe i'm just a freak..lol
MrJonasroxmysox 2 years ago
Lol. It's cool. We are all freaks inside.
SubmissiveJayden 2 years ago