Page 14 of Naughty November

I gave him several hard slaps on the ass, and he gasped in surprise. Oh yeah, I might have been middle-aged but I could still give a sub a good hiding.

He lifted his ass as if to say,Thank you, more, more, more!I gave it to him in spades, alternating from cheek to cheek, watching his skin darken. Atticus rocked his body against the mattress and I thought it prudent to warn him.

“Don’t you dare come, naughty pup. Rubbing yourself like that. Naughty, naughty,” I said, spanking in time with my words.

Pup Mischief took it pretty well, at least at first. But as it went on and the spanks got a bit harder, he started to make involuntary noises.

Spanking a sexy guy with a dog tail plug inside him was fun ashell. That fucking tail would be my undoing. I lost myself to the motion of it, and to the rhythm of the hard slaps I delivered.

Atticus’ muscles were taught, and he quivered with the effort to stay still.

“You like that?”

He made a frantic sound.

“You want more?”

His ass was turning a bright, beautiful pink color that made me very happy.

He hesitated, then shook his head from side to side. I immediately stopped and soothed the raging skin.

“Do you need to safe word?” I asked.

He hesitated, panting and uttering soft moans that I couldn’t tell were from the pain or from something else. I waited.

“No. No, I’m fine,” he said, trying to steady himself.

“Are you sure? I can stop.”

“Don’t stop,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.”

All right then. I resumed and gave him a dozen more, in quick succession.

My hand was smarting by the time I’d finished, and Mischief’s ass was a lovely color. The room was silent but for his gasps and stutters as he tried to ground himself.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. We’d been in this room for thirty minutes.

I left him there to recover while I took a condom and a tube of lube from a basket on the table by the entrance. I took my time walking back, so I could appreciate the way he looked with his hooded head hanging down, his chest rising and falling with still frequent breaths, and with his sleekly muscled arms and legs braced on the padded bench.

He watched me approach and gave a little yip when he saw what I held in my hands.

“Oh yes, Mischief. You are about to get fucked, my sweet, naughty little pup.”

Mischief wagged his rubber tail, and I grinned.

“Stand by the bench,” I said.

It took him a moment to understand. He got off the bench as I stood close in case he needed my help. He didn’t. I took him in again, the lithe muscles and olive skin. The front of his jock had darkened from all the pre-ejaculate I’d spanked out of him.

“Fuck,” I said. “Youdidlike that, didn’t you?”

He didn’t respond except to gaze at me with adoration and desire as he stood there, chest rising and falling, hands clenched, body a taut wire of suspended need.

“Strip. Everything but the hood and collar.”

I watched with growing desire as Atticus obeyed, pushing the jock strap down and off. His circumcised dick bounced against his belly as he bent and pulled the jock strap over his feet.

I held my hand out for it. “Give it.”