retrieved the bag next to the door, then headed to the bedroom.
As Micah took care of the breakfast dishes, Tackett straightened up the bed. He retrieved the lube and condom from his jeans, setting them on the nightstand, and threw the dirty clothes in the hamper. He was sitting on the bed, the paddle from the bag unwrapped and lying on the bed next to him, when Micah entered the room ten minutes later.
“All done, Sir.” Micah’s head was bowed, but he knew Micah was taking in the room, and knew the moment Micah spotted the paddle because a smile spread across his face.
“Strip and then come stand in front of me on display.”
“Yes, Sir,” Micah replied, his hands instantly going to the waistband of his sweats and pushing them down, then kicking them aside. Micah stood in front of him, shoulders squared, hands clasped behind him, chest pushed out, with his long, slender cock hard and jutting out from his body. He admired Micah’s body for a bit; the man was in amazing shape. So strong and healthy, the perfect body to endure a rough fuck from a demanding lover. And oh, was he going to demand much from this gorgeous body.
“There will be discipline each morning, and punishment for any infractions will be given each night before bed.” He patted his lap. “Over my knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” Micah moved quickly. He bent, legs parted a little, and planted his hands on the floor.
Tackett slid a hand over Micah’s ass, caressing and stroking. Micah responded to his touch, pushing into it. “Your ass is going to be stunning in a pretty shade of red.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He chuckled. Tackett slid his finger along Micah’s crack as he picked up the paddle. “You’re not to cum, pup.”
Micah tensed, the chuckle turning into a distressed sound. “Yes, Sir.”
“Want my cock buried deep in your newly spanked ass. I want to feel you cum while I’m fucking you.” He squeezed one of the meaty globes.
The hard cock pressed against his thigh twitched, and Micah relaxed with the knowledge he’d finally be allowed his release. “I won’t cum. I’ll wait for you, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He squeezed the other tight globe because he could. He adjusted Micah slightly until the pup’s cock was between his thighs, then closed his legs around it. It would give Micah some friction and drive him crazy with the need to cum. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He ran the paddle against Micah’s ass, the cool studs causing him to shudder. Tackett tapped Micah’s right ass cheek without any weight behind it and then the other, getting a feel for it. Tackett ran his hand along Micah’s back, grounding him as he hit him again with the paddle, a little harder.
“Feels good, Sir.”
“It’s about to feel a whole lot better.” He started a quick, light rhythm, just enough to warm Micah’s ass, not causing any real pain. He spread the hits over both cheeks, Micah’s skin responding beautifully, turning a light shade of pink.
As he increased the speed and strength of the slaps, Micah began moaning, rocking his hips, pushing his cock between Tackett’s thighs. By the time he put real strength behind the blows, Micah was practically dancing on his lap. It was fucking stunning.
“Fuck!” Micah called out when Tackett moved to the top of his thighs. “Stings.”
Tackett moved back up to Micah’s reddened ass, and then back down to his thighs. Micah settled into the new rhythm, taking each slap and sending out a pleasure-filled moan.
“Close, Sir, so close,” Micah panted, humping hard.
“Hands and knees, pup.” His voice, thick with arousal, came out more like a growl.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Micah moved to his hands and knee, bright red ass pushed high in the air. “Please. I… I need you, Sir.”
Tackett snatched the condom from the table, fumbling to get it on, fingers not cooperating in his haste. Forcing himself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, he poured lube into his palm, slicking up the
As Micah took care of the breakfast dishes, Tackett straightened up the bed. He retrieved the lube and condom from his jeans, setting them on the nightstand, and threw the dirty clothes in the hamper. He was sitting on the bed, the paddle from the bag unwrapped and lying on the bed next to him, when Micah entered the room ten minutes later.
“All done, Sir.” Micah’s head was bowed, but he knew Micah was taking in the room, and knew the moment Micah spotted the paddle because a smile spread across his face.
“Strip and then come stand in front of me on display.”
“Yes, Sir,” Micah replied, his hands instantly going to the waistband of his sweats and pushing them down, then kicking them aside. Micah stood in front of him, shoulders squared, hands clasped behind him, chest pushed out, with his long, slender cock hard and jutting out from his body. He admired Micah’s body for a bit; the man was in amazing shape. So strong and healthy, the perfect body to endure a rough fuck from a demanding lover. And oh, was he going to demand much from this gorgeous body.
“There will be discipline each morning, and punishment for any infractions will be given each night before bed.” He patted his lap. “Over my knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” Micah moved quickly. He bent, legs parted a little, and planted his hands on the floor.
Tackett slid a hand over Micah’s ass, caressing and stroking. Micah responded to his touch, pushing into it. “Your ass is going to be stunning in a pretty shade of red.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He chuckled. Tackett slid his finger along Micah’s crack as he picked up the paddle. “You’re not to cum, pup.”
Micah tensed, the chuckle turning into a distressed sound. “Yes, Sir.”
“Want my cock buried deep in your newly spanked ass. I want to feel you cum while I’m fucking you.” He squeezed one of the meaty globes.
The hard cock pressed against his thigh twitched, and Micah relaxed with the knowledge he’d finally be allowed his release. “I won’t cum. I’ll wait for you, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He squeezed the other tight globe because he could. He adjusted Micah slightly until the pup’s cock was between his thighs, then closed his legs around it. It would give Micah some friction and drive him crazy with the need to cum. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He ran the paddle against Micah’s ass, the cool studs causing him to shudder. Tackett tapped Micah’s right ass cheek without any weight behind it and then the other, getting a feel for it. Tackett ran his hand along Micah’s back, grounding him as he hit him again with the paddle, a little harder.
“Feels good, Sir.”
“It’s about to feel a whole lot better.” He started a quick, light rhythm, just enough to warm Micah’s ass, not causing any real pain. He spread the hits over both cheeks, Micah’s skin responding beautifully, turning a light shade of pink.
As he increased the speed and strength of the slaps, Micah began moaning, rocking his hips, pushing his cock between Tackett’s thighs. By the time he put real strength behind the blows, Micah was practically dancing on his lap. It was fucking stunning.
“Fuck!” Micah called out when Tackett moved to the top of his thighs. “Stings.”
Tackett moved back up to Micah’s reddened ass, and then back down to his thighs. Micah settled into the new rhythm, taking each slap and sending out a pleasure-filled moan.
“Close, Sir, so close,” Micah panted, humping hard.
“Hands and knees, pup.” His voice, thick with arousal, came out more like a growl.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Micah moved to his hands and knee, bright red ass pushed high in the air. “Please. I… I need you, Sir.”
Tackett snatched the condom from the table, fumbling to get it on, fingers not cooperating in his haste. Forcing himself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, he poured lube into his palm, slicking up the
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