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He inhaled sharply, but the last thing I needed was for him to stop.
“It’s fine, Daddy. Carry on.”
I wriggled on his lap, increasing the friction on my dick. It wouldn’t be long.
He smacked me again, and this time, I remembered to count.
“Two.”
Again.
“Three.” Fuck, this was so good. He wasn’t holding back.
“Four.” Wow, that one stung.
One more on my left cheek and it was burning beautifully.
“Five.” I could hardly get the word out. Not that he was hurting me. Oh no, I was ready to come and wanted to last a little longer.
He brought his hand down again, this time on my right cheek, and I yelped.
“Fuck, six.”
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop? Shit! A safe word. I read about safe words.”
“It’s fine. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Carry on. I can take more.”
My arse could. I wasn’t sure about my dick.
He slapped me twice more. I was so close, my cock pulsing and leaking.
When he hit me for the ninth time, I almost jumped off his lap. Someone had got over his reluctance to punish me, and I couldn’t thank him enough.
“How many?” he asked, his voice stern.
“Nine, Daddy.”
“One more should suffice.”
I’d say so. I had a week’s worth of spunk inside me, ready to shoot.
He rubbed both cheeks, each one hot and sore. Just how I liked it.
The last blow was glorious, and my orgasm ripped through me, sending a spray of cum over his jeans and the carpet.
“Fuuuuck.” The expletive slipped from my lips. Stuart would have given me another smack for my outburst. My body tensed, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. I floated on a wave of euphoria, weightless as all the pain disappeared and ecstasy stole my breath.
“Shit, shit, shit.” John’s muffled voice sounded panicked, but I couldn’t reassure him I was good. All my senses focused on the high I was riding.
If I’d thought drugs gave me a buzz, this spanking alone had beaten every one, and my heart thudded hard.
I struggled to speak and slid from his lap to my knees, careful not to sit back on my heels. My arse was Sore with a capital S, and my breaths were shallow.
I crawled to my nightstand and opened the drawer, retrieved a bottle of soothing oil I kept there for just this purpose, and handed it to John. Usually, I’d have an ice pack ready, but this punishment had been spontaneous, and I’d been unprepared. My flesh was unused to such a spanking, but not once had I felt threatened or the need to stop him.
I flopped face-first onto the bed while he opened the lid.
“Fuck, Liam. That looks sore. I can’t believe I did that to you.” He sounded worried, but he didn’t need to be.
