As his hands stroked over my ass and back, his touch was firm and commanding. It was like the heat from his body branded every inch of me. I’d never forget this moment. Even as he started to speak, I could feel the words sinking deep in me. “As your Master, it’s my job to help you remember to be a good boy.”
Burying my face in the mattress, I felt my face heating up again. There was just something so perfectly humiliating about being stretched out over him. I belonged to him. His boy needed a spanking. God, it was so fucking insane, but I loved every caress and every moment as the fantasy came to life.
His hand smoothed over my ass, teasing at the waistband just enough to have my breath stuck in my throat. Was it time? Was he going to pull them down?
When he chuckled and went back to his inspection-style caress, I groaned and fought back a whimper. “You’re ready to make it up to your Master. Such a good boy. Ready to submit and please your Master.”
Fuck.
I was going to come just listening to him steer the scene.
The whimper finally escaped and I nodded. “Yes, Master. I want to please you.”
Even I could hear the ring of truth in the words as they came out. I’d always thought of this aspect of my dreams as something dirty and fun but hadn’t taken it seriously. I was starting to realize that this part of me was just as real as my little side.
Master’s fingers slowly hooked under my briefs and started inching them over my ass. “You’re going to please me by whimpering and moaning and taking everything I give you.”
My brain was leaking out my ears, so finding a response was impossible as he teased me with his sexy words and finished baring my ass. But he got his whimper as he pushed the band of my briefs under my ass and finally caressed my naked skin.
“Such a good boy. Such pretty pale skin…but it’s not going to stay that way for long.” His strong hands were soft and gentle as they trailed over my skin, caressing almost like he was memorizing every inch of me. “You’re going to remember your spanking and how it felt to offer your body up to your Master for a long time.”
I had a feeling we would both remember this moment for a very long time.
The possession and need in his voice were so clear I could almost taste how much I meant to him. This wasn’t an act or simply a fun scene to please me. This was Forest as much as the tender Daddy was. This was the side of Forest who didn’t just long for a home and a place to belong, this was the side that wanted to stake his claim and would do anything to protect it.
But as the thoughts finally connected in my head, they were gone.
His hand came down in a startling motion that had pain flashing through me. It wasn’t enough to actually hurt, but there was just enough that heat spread through me like a tidal wave of fire. Before I could even begin to understand the sensation, he spanked my other cheek.
The steady rhythm made it impossible to do anything but feel. There was no time to analyze how it felt or process the pain, there was always just a rush of pleasure that kept rolling over me. It was like the best orgasm ever that just kept growing. I knew that once I reached the top of the wave it would be mind-blowing, but the peak was always out of reach.
If I ever thought I could stay quiet during a spanking or just make low moans, that was blown out of the water as the first desperate groan escaped. After a few minutes, I was a mess of sensations and need and all I could do was whimper and gasp, wordlessly begging for more.
I did my best to stay still, but soon I found myself jerking and thrusting against him. Nothing I did stopped the way my body frantically grasped for even more pleasure. There were still too many layers of fabric between his body and my dick, but all I could think of was how incredible it would be to have my cock sliding against his legs as he spanked me.
Just the fantasy image of how I would look grinding myself against him and begging for more was enough humiliation that it sent my pleasure even higher.
Master wasn’t going to let me get off that way, however. His hand came down low on my ass and I gasped out, arching my ass up to chase the incredible feeling. “You’re not allowed to hump my leg, boy. You won’t get to come until I finish your spanking and I see that you’ve learned your lesson.”
He paused the slow rhythm of spanks long enough to trail his fingers down my ass and over my desperately needy entrance. “Once I see that you know your place, I’m going to use your pretty hole. If you please me, I’ll let you orgasm as I fill your ass with my cum.”
Fuck.
I had to wait until we were both ready?
Groaning, I whimpered and did my best to fight the mindless urge to move. Instead of seeing my submission as a silent plea to keep going so I could show him how good I could be, Master kept teasing my ass and tracing invisible circles around my hole. “Spread your legs. You’re hiding your body from your Master.”
He was going to kill me.
But it would be an incredible way to go, so I spread my legs wider and tried to remember to breathe. I’d never felt more exposed or more wanted. I could hear his desire in every breath, and every time I shifted, I could feel his trapped erection.
“Good boy.” Master spanked me two more times, softer than ever which just made me bite back a plea for him to do it harder. Even knowing rationally how some people craved the pain, it was mind-blowing.
As his fingers circled my hole, I let out another moan and arched my ass up for him. “My needy boy.”
I was pretty sure desperate or frantic would’ve been a better word, but I wasn’t going to correct him.
I still had a few important brain cells left.
“But there’s still a question…do I want to help you fly and show you subspace or do I want to fuck you?” Just the sexy, dirty words would have pushed me higher, but when his finger slowly breached my ass, all I could do was whine and grasp at the covers to hold myself back.
Master just chuckled again. “I think you want to come. You’re ready to feel your Master deep inside you, but I’m not sure if you’ve been good enough. You might need to be spanked more.”
Fuck.
How was I supposed to respond to that?
Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be up to me.
“You might not have learned your lesson through a spanking, but maybe having to please your Master will help you remember who you belong to.” As his words trailed off and I finally figured out what he meant, his finger started shallowly fucking me.
Yes!
Toys and plugs were fun, but just the tip of his finger was better than anything I’d done to myself. It had to be something about the surrender or because he was completely in control, but it was better than I’d ever imagined.
I was a mess of sensations and needs, so I didn’t realize he’d even removed his hand from my back until I heard the click of the lube cap. I wanted to beg him to go faster, but for some reason, all I could was shake.
It was like my brain and body were in two different places.
When Master started to stroke my ass in a tender, comforting way, I thought he might have misunderstood and thought I was scared or nervous. I wasn’t, but I just couldn’t control anything. It was like I was going to rattle apart if he stopped.
“Shh…I know what you need.” The sweet words sounded dirty as the lube squirted out of the container. When his fingers came back to my hole, thick and slick with lube, it was like all the air in my body rushed out of me at once.