(continued from Part I)
Yes, for sure, the _d_a_m_n_ed Paddle I dreaded seeing was sitting there prominently, proud as it could be, right on his coffee table in his living room when he walked me in there! First thing I saw too! _d_a_m_n_! I knew how much it could hurt and he knew how much I hated that thing! And I mean it REALLY hurt whenever he'd turned me over in the past and used it on my bare ass! And for him, it was going to be that way always 'cause he didn't believe in giving me discipline any other way! It was always on my bare ass! I hated it. I just really hated it when Damien was going to use that Paddle on my ass and it was clear that's exactly what he was planning tonight. I'd only felt it a few times, but I didn't want to get re-acquainted with it! NO WAY!
Still, my opinion probably wasn't going to matter much because I could see it there and he hadn't gotten it out and put it there without a reason! And, he hadn't asked me!
In his mind it was simple. I had been late. I violated the rule. He was going to take my Levi's taken down. Hell, he was going to take everything down and he was going to paddle me with it. It was going to hurt like hell but there wasn't much I could do now to get out of feeling it either. Damien was going to paddle me tonight for sure.
But, still, it was the first thing to catch my eyes as it was right beneath an extremely huge green oval vase containing a very large number of spectacularly bright red, long stemmed roses. They were beautiful! Their beauty contrasted completely with that Paddle there.
But . . .
Equally horrifyingly, way back at the end of the longish living room, two people were sitting having a _c_o_c_k_tail! A distinguished looking middle aged man in a full expensive suit like Damien too had on and a very smartly dressed and gorgeous blond woman! I knew I'd never seen either of them before!
It took me back! My whole body tensed and I stopped in my tracks with horror! He had to nudge me forward, prodding me with his hand on my ass, _s_h_i_t_; and he actually was making introductions!!!! To this day I don't remember their names.
Surely he wouldn't!!!!!
But what could they possibly think what with that paddle there and me dressed like this having walked in with Damien's hand on my ass!!!!!!
Making matters worse, Damien carried on like everything was perfectly normal!
"I'm sorry you have to meet Jeff like this under these particular circumstances. Your introduction might seem a bit unusual, but this is Jeffrey . . ."
He went on! I was to horrified to pay attention and they both had the nerve to nod and shake my hand and didn't seem particularly concerned at all! I mean how many times in life could they possibly have been introduced to a young stud like me in tight jeans with a man like Damien's hand on my ass and a paddle sitting right there in front of everyone beneath a huge bunch of roses that no one could have possibly missed?!?!????
". . . Jeff and I have certain understandings and unfortunately for Jeff right now, and for both of you too, I'm sorry to say, I need to take some time out right now and get him out of these jeans and take care of some things . . ."
Did he have to say THAT!
". . . and paddle his overly confident bare fanny for being late again."
EUCH! NO! NO WAY! I HADN'T HEARD THAT, THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!!! I was more than horrified and red!
"I hope you don't mind if I take time to paddle him now? We can talk later."
SURELY, DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN AND ALL THE SAINTS I'VE LONG FORGOTTEN. . . I mean like it's not the dinner menu we're talking about here, Hello?!?!! It's my ass! And bare and all that too!
I could feel both of their eyes staring at me, looking me over, top to bottom and then some! I've never felt so upset, so exposed, so humiliated and ashamed.
"Not at all," the one said, "we understand things sometime come up. Take your time. We'll just finish _c_o_c_k_tails with out you."
I died on the spot!
"Good," he said to them. "I really would prefer to spank him right now, if you don't mind waiting?"
ENOUGH!
"Understood," the guy replied, "don't let us interrupt you."
I don't think there are any words to possibly explain how I felt right now. No words. I was too much in shock and so ashamed and embarrassed at what they were all talking about, about me!
Then he turned to me, his hand on my buckle right there in front of everyone!
"Now," he said to me, "where's that young man who was about to take these jeans down a moment or two ago in the hall for his spanking?" he began!
"Here!????!!!! . . ."
I automatically reached to protect my belt, but immediately thought better of it and dropped them away and to my side. Once before, when he had just started spanking me, I made the mistake of not letting him start taking down my jeans when he began to. It got me his belt across my bare ass for my efforts! Talk about getting it! _s_h_i_t_, then he wrote another one of his stupid rules. He had my belt almost completely unbuckled now and it was clear to me he was either taking them down right here and now in front of them or he was just testing me. I was praying for the latter. Surely he wasn't planning . . . in front of them ! But, then again, he'd just pulled my belt through all of the loops.
". . . I'll go back to the study to wait for you, Sir, for you, as always, Sir." I tried. "And have them off for you when you get there." I tried even more!
Keep trying! I looked over at the guests. For sure I had to keep trying! They already knew he spanked me by now and made it clear he was going to paddle me. Nothing wrong with them getting the hint it wasn't all that uncommon either, I mean like this wasn't the Victorian age and we all know others guys who had untraditional relationships, so what? But I was in a real bind here! I wanted to be fully responsive to him, even agreeable, but not here in front of them. No way! I wanted it private.
"No worry, that won't be necessary" he said, "It will be here. I'll help you out of them, and the paddle's already here waiting for you. It's time for your spanking, my boy; and this is as good a place as any to take care of it right now."
It was a simple statement of fact! _s_h_i_t_! He's serious!!!!!
I looked at him. I looked at them. I even looked toward the door! _s_h_i_t_!
Damien's fingers were undoing the buckles and my Levi's were parting at my front. People could see some of my pubes above my strap I wore for him! _s_h_i_t_. At least I had one on though there was no guarantee he's leave it on!
"Hey, wooh, come on, Damien, please, don't take 'em down here in front of people, please, Damien, please. I understand I broke the rule and you're going to paddle me for it, but . . ."
_s_h_i_t_! Maybe it was just his wanting to test me or give them a little show, nothing more. Careful, Jeff, careful I kept saying to myself as his fingers move, unbuckling my fly. I needed to stay calm and try to get control of myself now for sure!
". . . but please, Damien, please, please paddle me in private. . . ."
"You should have thought of that earlier, my boy, when you were so eager to take them down in the hall and focus my attention on the rest of your charms. I'm going to paddle you here, I'm afraid."
He yanked my jeans completely apart now at my fly now and began tugging them down my thighs. The tightness of my old Levi's worked to give me some time as they weren't easy to pull down and I certainly wasn't helping him any!
"Please, Damien, I never meant it like that. . ."
My Levi's were being pulled down now and it wasn't going to take him much longer either.
". . . Please, Damien. . ."
Maybe it shouldn't have bothered me, given my views on life and _s_e_x_ and everything as Lord only knows, they wouldn't be the first to see me naked, but it DID bother me! One thing to take 'em down when I want to or let him feel some control in doing it himself, or even, yea, even with guys there I wanted to turn on; but it's a completely different thing to have someone take 'em down himself off me when he wanted to whether I objected or not and in de-pants me in front of strangers!!!! He had 'em almost down to my knees now. From there down and off it wouldn't take long, but then he stopped.
". . . Pleeeese. . ."
Damien reached up and parted my denim jacket, exposing my naked chest, pure hairless, and pecs and all of me down to where that strap was providing at least some protection! I would usually have liked it when he began running his hands over my stomach, but not in front of people. I could feel my emotions and anger rising up. Running out or doing something extreme now would only make it much worse later, but I was afraid I was just going to blow anyway, my knees were hobbled by the jeans bunched tightly there.
"You've got a fine body, Jeff," he said still feeling me, "I don't know why you wouldn't be proud of it? No reason why they can't see you naked, my boy. Now, why don't you just relax and take what you know you've got coming, like a good boy?" He smiled.
"Hell, it's not that I'm worried about. It's that paddle sitting there and they're watching."
I just burst it out! The moment I heard myself say it I felt stupid and dumb! It was a lie. He immediately knew it too! I didn't want them to see me stripped!
WHACK!
His right hand flung out suddenly and cracked me across the face. Immediately I could feel the tears beginning to raise up, my face hot, I look down in shame, but in building rage that he would do that! Worse, that he would do that and slap me with someone watching!! How could he!
He took my face in both of his hands and forced it up to look directly at him. I could feel the tears running. It really hurt.
"I've told you many times you are NEVER to swear or object when you need your fanny paddled." He seemed angry that I had crossed him. "Haven't I told you that, Jeff?"
I felt embarrassed, humiliated, being treated like a little kid, about to break out into tears, especially with others there to witness my humiliation at his hands!
Yet I knew he was right! He had made a rule about swearing and he'd enforced it many times! He had another _d_a_m_n_ed rule about any kind of resistance or objecting any time he spanked me. I had ALWAYS complied and obeyed him immediately and took my spanking any time he decided. I'd never objected to anything, none of his touch, nothing. I wasn't allowed to! That I understood. He could spank me and no matter how much he did or how much I bawled, I took it. I needed him and this just came with it! When he spanked me, it made him hot; hell, it made me hot too!!! I understood the rules, even respected them, but that was in private, not in public. He had no right to strip me in front of people!
"Yes, yes, Sir, you have, Sir." I was almost crying more from embarrassment now than anything else. "But that was private, that . . ."
WHAP!
His right hand slapped my face again and I lost it. Dissolving into tears, I couldn't handle more and began crying. He grabbed me tightly and we stood there in front of the others. Me, with my tight Levi's stuck down at my knees and my jacket open wide at my chest, showing it all, and standing there in my sports strap he'd bought for me! In his arms, crying! He held me tightly, very tightly, something that always seemed to encourage me into crying more than I needed to anyway, but it hurt to be slapped by him in front of others and yet it felt good to be in his arms at the same time. I was crying from shame, shock that others could see this happening. I felt so humiliated like this.
"That's a good boy," he was whispering very quietly into my ear, very privately.
It made me feel good.
I knew now for sure, standing there crying like that in his arms that they could see my ass, bare except where that strap provided very limited protection. It was for him. It shouldn't be open to them. It just shouldn't. I couldn't tell him. I wanted so much to. It should be for him! All I could do was cry and feel ashamed. If only we could go in a back room! Please. I'd take my licks and be very good for him. I was becoming too emotional now.
"That's a good boy," he kept whispering comfortingly in my ear, snuggling me tightly as I cried on his shoulder, against his face "My boy can be a good boy, I know, but sometimes he just needs me to handle things for him, that's all."
I felt his left hand now down on my ass, feeling it, then nudging me forward closer against his own body. I loved it when he held me like this, exposing me to his own brand of personal power, but it also always encouraged my turning on and hard, something I didn't want the others to see. I knew I shouldn't be, but I was concerned about the others there, especially the woman there. Why did she have to be there to watch me getting this kind of treatment? This was an area for men only. It was bad enough that another man was watching me get it. Maybe I could handle that, but she shouldn't be here. Her presence was unarming me as I hung there in his arms, crying on his shoulder, his still softly whispering in my ear, and his hand on my bare ass, turning me on, getting ready to spank me. It was a thing between him and me, a man and a boy. I was almost completely naked, crying softly in his arms, getting all worked up for a release and about to get a spanking, yet in some strange was it also turned me on that she was there too. If he entered me with his finger, I was so hot now I'd explode. She shouldn't be seeing me getting this. She shouldn't be watching me get it. I should be _f_u_c_k_ing her hard, ramming her, not her seeing him handle me, spanking me! She shouldn't!
I was still crying. I couldn't help it! I wasn't usually this emotional, but I was tonight.
His hand kept patting my bare ass, and they could see it and he was whispering in my ear, "That's a boy, that's a boy," he kept saying, "settle down, just settle down, relax, boy. That's a boy, take your time, I got all night, you just take your time and relax 'cause you're gonna' get that spanking you need. Just as soon as you relax for it, my boy. . . it's coming, it's coming, boy . . ."
"Please" I ventured and I really meant it, saying it with all the emotion I could muster. "Please. . . ."
He responded by holding me even more tightly, prodding my ass more intimately, beginning to take me. I tensed rigidly as he entered me quietly and carefully. I could no longer wonder about what they might see.
"It's coming, my boy. Settle down, Jeffrey, so I can spank you real good for you, Jeffrey. It's coming, boy. You're going to get spanked. Settle down and accept it. It'll go better for you if you do, you know . . ."
I held him and responded to his power and masculinity. I felt high. I felt horrible. I felt scared. I felt humiliated. I felt everything all at the same time, but _d_a_m_n_ it, I also felt good in his huge arms! I guess I also began to settle down and he could tell that too.
"That a boy."
I held him more tightly, afraid I'd become even more emotional and humiliate myself even further. I was so tight with his finger there. I was going to explode. My _c_o_c_k_ was going to explode and I was going to really cry. I didn't know which was first! I hugged him so tightly, feeling every inch of his body against mine.
"What's got in to you tonight, Jeffrey? You know the rule about disobeying me when I tell you to be here at a certain time?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You know you get spanked when that happens?
"Yes, Sir."
I sobbed, now. I just sobbed.
"And you know that means the paddle."
"Pleeeeeese, Sir."
Immediately I tensed further in his arms as his finger reacted to my words.
"You got a beautiful body, Jeff. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing at all."
"Yes, Sir."
"Yea, this fine _c_o_c_k_ and these beautiful buns deserve to be shown."
"Yes, Sir."
"And you know I'm going to spank you, bring the paddle down on these buns to help you learn to obey me next time."
I tensed, automatically trying to clench my ass, but I couldn't. I couldn't. He held me too intimately. Sure, I knew he was going to spank me, even paddle me, and it seems obviously now even to me that they were going to be watching me get it. Still, hearing him say those words was like a bold of lightening, spelling out the sentence. No doubt now and they had heard it too!
I held him even more tightly and felt myself getting emotional all over again.
"You're a beautiful boy; but beautiful boys get spank too, Jeff." He said a bit more loudly now. "These buns perform very nicely when I'm spanking you. Maybe you can't appreciate that, but I can, and they will. These buns are going to get paddled now and really perform tonight, my boy. You understand me, boy?"
I cried in spite of myself. I didn't want it. It had to be private! Of course I understood him. I was nodding my head on his shoulder up and down, up and down, but I couldn't speak. Word's wouldn't come out! Some things should be private!!!!!
"OK, are you ready now, Jeffrey?"
"Yes, yes, Sir, I'm ready."
I wasn't and I knew it for sure!
"Good, now let's get these jeans all the way off. He reached down and pulled them the rest of the way down and off. My _c_o_c_k_ was almost completely out of my pouch strap by now. At least he hadn't touched it. My denim jacket hung half off my shoulders. I was a wreck!
I looked quickly at both of them sitting there, drinks in hand, watching, seeing my nakedness, knowing I'd disobeyed and was going to get paddled for it, right now.
He guided me to a stool that I hadn't noticed there before, at the side of the table with the roses, and he sat down on it after hugging me hard and patting my ass more. Then he helped me over his lap. I hid my head on the floor and held onto his calf for all I could. I felt his right hand resting on my bare ass. His left shoulder was pinning against my bare back, holding me down, his hand was around my waist and holding me for what was going. I was always very active when he was spanking me. Never could hold still for it and just take it as some guys can. No one had ever spanked me since I'd grown up. Only he had. He'd always encouraged me to just let it out. I did. His hands were intimate again. He was talking again but I was too emotional and too concerned right now to pay any attention or even listen. I was always like this when I was over his lap waiting for it to start. I was too worried. It was going to happen! The waiting upset me horribly, my emotions went through the ceiling, I struggled to control myself and only permit my sobbing. Tonight for sure I didn't' want the others to think badly of me. I had to control myself, but I knew I never ever could control myself when he spanked me, let alone paddled me. I tired at first long ago, but he knew just where to slap me and was a real expert at it too! Still I didn't pay attention to what he was saying right now. It was one of the reasons he always gives when he'd decide to spank me again, cause I hadn't paid attention. I was paying attention only to his hand on my ass and that other hand under and on my balls and the emotions I couldn't control. All I could be thankful for at this point was that he's left that strap on, not that it mattered that much as that hand was under it holding me there anyway.
Then Damien forced my thigh apart, continuing to move me in the most humiliating ways possible in front of them. Nothing was private now, but that wasn't anything in terms of what they'd be seeing and hearing as he spanked and paddled me and I knew that for sure.
"Do you understand why I am spanking you, Jeffrey?" He'd repeated it several times before it ever got through to me evidently.
"Yes, yes, Sir."
"Are you sorry you disobeyed me, Jeff?"
"More than you'll ever know." It just came out naturally now. I'd no pride or fight left.
"Good," he replied. "Let hope I don't have to do this to you too often, but you know the rules, Jeff, and you understand when you break them I'm going to spank you and use the paddle, don't you, Jeff?"
"Yes, Sir! I understand now, Sir. I understand for sure, Sir."
"Now tell me what rules you're getting spanked now for, Jeff"
EUCH!!!! Just get it over!!!!!
"Number 8, I will always be on time and obey directions and number 1, I will never resist in any way when a spanking is necessary."
I parroted them off. I knew them by heart!
I stole a glance. They were both sitting there on the edge of their chair, watching real close, enjoying what they were seeing and eager to see me get more and bawl my eyes out I could just tell. My emotions rose further. I hated both of them! But especially I hated her sitting there and smiling like she was all pretty and all, sipping her gin and tonic! She deserved to _f_u_c_k_ed by me. She should not be allowed to watch me, a guy my age stripped naked and shown to her and goosed and now watch me spanked and bawling like a kid! It wasn't right at all!!!!
I felt his arm around my waist hold me more tightly suddenly and knew it was coming.
"What do you have to say, boy?" he said ritualistically.
"I'm sorry, I really am sorry, for being late and resisting you, Sir. I know I got this coming and for my own good to be sure I listen good to you, Sir. I'm sorry you have to take your time to spank me. I deserve it, Sir."
OK. Part canned, but part adapted. I'd learned from the past but with his hand on my ass and his finger, well, in and all, and the whole thing, well, I wanted it and I needed it now and I no longer gave a real _d_a_m_n_ who was watching me get it. I wanted it, no, I needed it from HIM!
"Please, make me be good for you."
His right hand landed down way under my left bun. No matter how much you know it's coming, still the first one surprises you! He was now grabbing my _c_o_c_k_ and balls harder too, almost too tightly, and they were real hot for him. They were out of my strap and in his hand for him now, but at least I was over his lap and no one could see what was going on. I wanted it from him, and now I was going to get it. To hell with them sitting there. Let 'em be envious.
The second slap landed. About the same. The next several seemed harder, then he rubbed me and kissed the back of my neck. Slowly he built it up but it didn't take long before I was beginning to struggle.
His hand kept landing down there, slapping my ass, forcing me to automatically jerk over his lap. It was beginning to be more than just a sting. It was beginning to hurt!
I hung over his lap, struggling, groaning, not playing and resisting, and then just plain crying out over his lap, even before he even got to that paddle!
Their being there just no longer mattered. I had more important things to worry about now.
Damien's hand was taking me. He spanked me hard and relentlessly, building me up, holding, grabbing it tightly after he'd landed an especially good and effective one, slapping my naked ass and slowly forcing me up the ante that I had to be all there for him and for me. Damien had never, ever just playfully spanked me or tapped me lightly. No way! The way he's gives it to me would bring me to a _s_e_x_ual and emotional peak at the same time he was leaving my ass struggling for space over his lap, crying my heart out, trying to jerk one way then the other to avoid the worst of it but ultimately being unable and soon my louder groans became louder soft sobs and then floods of tears I could no longer hide nor control. I'd like to say I'd just grit my teeth, steel my buns, and taken it from him, but anybody who's ever been spanked over the knees of a man like Damien would know I was lying.
His hand was landing on my bare ass in a fairly rapid cadence now. It has to be red. It hurt. It hurt a lot!
I broke down and cried completely as he spanked me and it seemed like it went on for ever! It did! That hand cracked on my ass and resounded around the wall in that room that was perfectly silent but for the SLAP of his hands and the sobs coming from me strung out over his lap like that getting spanked.
By the time he picked up the nearby paddle I didn't think I could possibly cry harder or feel worse that I already did. Surely he wouldn't still give it to me with that? I was wrong. I knew I couldn't' take any more. That wasn't something he'd consider though and I knew that too! That paddle's crack resounded throughout the room and immediately sent me to heights I'd never felt before or dreamed possible. For him it was simply that I had disobeyed and had to be paddled. For me, it was impossible. Nothing could explain my grief and humiliation as he tanned my ass with that paddle and kept me crying over his lap. Nothing.
When he FINALLY put down that paddle, I went limp over his lap and just hung there crying.
Damien reached down and helped my weak frame support itself on my knees as he maneuvered my chest and forearms on his lap now. He never bothered to put my _c_o_c_k_ and balls back in their pouch either. Instead, he took my head in both hands and raised it to look directly into my eyes. My hair and face were soaked with a combination of tears and sweat that had consumed me of emotions. I couldn't look. I couldn't do anything. I was his and I wasn't objecting or resisting to anything anymore. He could decide anything. I swore it to myself. Never again. I'd ALWAYS be on time and listen. Never again!
He bend his head down to mine and kissed me. Somehow it just happened. I kissed him back and from the depth of my bruised and sobbing being I didn't think possible, and I held on to him, feeling him holding me very tightly not. I'd never responded like that! Never. Not to anyone! He scooped me up in his arms and literally carried me out of the room in his arms. My more than just red ass was very visible as he carried me, and so was my freely open and exposed _c_o_c_k_ handing out of it's pouch that although it had gone limp when he began to use the paddle on me, but was now rising shamelessly. My head was still crying on his shoulder, my arms tightly around him, but his head was on mine too and in some strange way I felt more connected and more his than I ever had with any other human being before, man or woman. I just wanted to stay like this forever in his arms. I want to feel his strength as I recognized my own weaknesses. Sure he liked spanking me, paddling me, bending me to his power will as he just had, but somehow, I still felt comfort and very much in care now that it was over and I was being carried in his arms like this.
His foot kicked the bedroom's door firmly shut behind me and he continued carrying me over, laying me nicely down on his bed. He pulled the covers off part of that bed and maneuvered me under them. I will still crying or at least sobbing, whatever you call it, but more softly now.
Then he stripped quickly himself and
jumped in with me. His body against mine only made me more aware of
how hot and just spanked my own bare ass was, but it didn't matter. I
was his. Nothing else mattered anymore. I was still whimpering
anyway. He was right there with me, holding me tightly, his one hand
around my shoulders pulling me close against him, his other hand on my
painful ass! About an hour or more later, I began to
realize that not only had I really calmed down, but there was a
fragrant smell of food cooking coming from somewhere. He noticed about
the same time too. Reaching over, he kissed me, climbing on top of me,
causing my erection to grow all over again. I just looked up at
him, "I really love you." I said. And I meant it. I kissed him. I
really felt good right then! Damine smiled, patted my ass and
hugged me. He flung me a silk lounge robe. "Put this on." He told me.
He got dressed. I obeyed for sure and put it own. I would obey him.
Then he guided me back out into the living room where his guests
has been cooking dinner. The table was set, wine goblets out. It
smelled marvelously, but I didn't want to see anyone, especially these
two. He didn't ask me, he just nudged me forward toward them as he
had earlier. Finally we were in front of them. Both of them were
finishing the meal's preparations, but both stopped to smile at me
when he made introductions all over again. I didn't even get their
names and couldn't have cared less. "Everything OK now?" she said
smiling. "I think so," Damien said. Hell, I knew so!
Regardless of everything that had just happened, I felt really good
and very alive! Then he pulled the matching silk rope that held my
robe together and pulled it all the way off me. The robe parted as I
struggled to hold it together in a reflected attempt to protect my
modesty. I'd long ago lost that pouch strap in the bedroom. "That
won't be necessary," Damien said to me. "Let it open naturally.
You're beautiful just the way you are, Jeffrey." I did. I felt
very embarrassed, but I did as he told me to. I looked at her and no
longer cared. The other man either. Who cares? The Hell with it!
That night I faced myself, actually he forced me to face myself for
me! It didn't matter anymore that I was standing there with my robe
parted and my _s_e_x_ and body on display. He had decided. It didn't
matter that they'd seen me spanked and broken over his lap and then
carried back naked and sobbing in his arms into the bedroom. He had
decided that too! It didn't matter who saw me like this. He wanted my
robe parted and open. Everything I'd always kept private for a
special few was easy to be seen now for sure. He made that decision
and I was proud to be standing beside him, no matter what. I knew
then something I'd been denying and repressing for too long now. I
wasn't the hot shot stud cruising the singles haunts for the beautiful
people for the night's fling that I would always attract. I was his.
I was his boy. Just his _d_a_m_n_ed boy. That's all. And I'd
_d_a_m_n_ed well better just accept it and get used to it too, for I
liked it, I really liked it. If he wanted me exposed, that was a
decision he'd made. I would obey. By the end of the evenings we
were all friends, or at least as good as you could get over an gourmet
meal that started slowly as I still pulled out of the sniffles. I sat
beside him at the table, my robe always opened and I participated as
much as I could with his encouragement. Later I sat beside Damien on
the couch, his arm around mine after pushing my robe far up over my
shoulders leaving me almost totally nude beside him. I was happy
beside him. I didn't care about the others being there. Who cared?
The British port was excellent they'd brought anyway. To hell with it.
Later when they said goodnights and left, she'd seductively patted
my ass and told me to be a Good Boy! I know I blushed, but I also knew
I would be. I would be for sure! Then both left winking at him. It
humiliated me and upset me all over again. I hated it and I knew what
they were thinking. For the first time in my life, though, I felt
great anyway. Still I wasn't going to antagonize Damien in any way,
especially as his Paddle still was on the floor where he had dropped
it after he'd paddled me earlier. Besides, Damien had his hand on my
ass when they went out the door. Somehow it felt right there, but I
wasn't pressing my luck. I was Damien's little Boy Toy dessert. And I
wasn't objecting to anything! Still we finished putting away a few
things and then he led me back to his room later, pulling of my robe
and making it obvious he intended to keep me there. It was clear I was
going to spend the night. He never asked, never said a word, but I was
so exhausted I fell asleep against his chest quickly. My ass hurt, but
on my side in his arms, I felt content and sleep came easy. I'd never
before spent a night in his bed. I'd changed somehow. It just felt
sooooo right now. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but
right now, it just didn't matter. (to be continued . . .)
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