“So feisty, princess. The boxers, too.”
Yuri looked up at Angelo in surprise. He hadn’t spanked Yuri while bare-arsed since that first time. “Are you sure?”
“Pull your damn knickers down and come here. Each argument you give me is five more.”
Yuri hurriedly pulled his underpants down and let them pool with his jeans at his ankles. “Yes, sir.” He stood there, his dick out and more than half-way hard, and waited for instructions. This wasn’t at all what he’d expected to occur, but his dick was definitely with the program.
“Come here, princess. Over my lap. There you go. Right where you belong: arse in the air for me.”
That made some nervous and anxious part of Yuri want to let out a hysterical giggle but he held it in and waited, his bare arse indeed in the air, and every once in a while his dick rubbing up against Angelo’s thigh. Right or wrong, this was exactly where he wanted to be. Maybe, possibly, they could compromise on everything else if Yuri could at least have this. He hadn’t been spanked by anyone since the final incident with Francis. For a time, Yuri had thought that he’d never want to be spanked ever again, but that feeling hadn’t lasted long. Maybe with some people, it would have, but his body wanted it—craved it—and the lack had been an uncomfortable void in his existence Yuri tried to not dwell on.
Without warning, the flat of Angelo’s hand struck Yuri’s right arse cheek. He hadn’t been fully prepared and it made him jump and yelp.
“What do we say?” Angelo asked in a low, menacing voice, bending over to be closer to Yuri’s ear.
“Thank you.”
Angelo swatted his left cheek. “Try again.” The blow hurt, as they always did, but it was such a good hurt. The perfect kind of hurt.
“May I have another?”
This time, Angelo smacked his upper thigh. “I’ll add another five. Now give the right answer.”
Maybe Angelo didn’t realize that adding on additional spanks wasn’t punishing Yuri in the slightest. Even so, Yuri had come here not for his own pleasure, but to apologize and attempt to atone. He would be the good boy Angelo wanted him to be. For now, at least. “May I please have another?” he finally asked, then added, “Sir?”
“That’s my good boy.” Angelo hit Yuri three times in quick succession, leaving a painful burn that mellowed slowly into a delicious heat.
“Thank you.”
Angelo hit him between his legs, catching his bollocks, and the pain was exquisite. Tears gathered in Yuri’s eyes.
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you, sir!” Yuri cried out. “Thank you, sir. Thank you thank you thank you.”
Yuri lost track of how many times Angelo spanked him. Instead, he floated on the hot fire that burned through his skin. At that moment, Yuri had exactly what he needed: to be at Angelo’s mercy, completely under his power, and unable to do anything but obey his will.
It was, in a way, the closest he ever felt to being free.
His cock, stupid, willful thing that it was, bounced against Angelo’s leg and grew harder with each blow. Soon, Yuri was nearly humping Angelo’s leg, but he’d stopped caring. He needed to come. He needed it so damn badly. “Please,” he whined. “Please. I need to come.”
Angelo smacked his bollocks again the agony of it radiated throughout Yuri’s body. “Try again, princess.”
“Please, sir, I need to come. Please. Please. God, please.”
“Who gets to decide when you come?” Angelo demanded, his voice low and rough, but not sounding in the least bit winded. It was like he could go on for days, and that made Yuri’s cock throb even harder.
“Sir, you do!” And that was so completely hot. Yuri had no idea if Angelo knew the kind of control he wielded over Yuri. Later, thoughts like these would worry and upset him, but now, all he could think about was yielding up everything to Angelo’s will.
“That’s right.” Angelo followed that up with two more smacks right over areas that had been struck several times. It made Yuri howl. “Tell me if I need to stop,” Angelo said, his voice sliding from stern to concern.
“No, please, sir. Don’t stop. Not yet. Please. Not yet.”
“Good.” Angelo sounded relieved. “We’re nearly done.”
Yuri wanted to sigh with relief and cry from the expected loss of Angelo’s hands on him. “Please, sir. Please.” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for anymore.
Five more swats, or maybe six—it was hard to concentrate—fell onto Yuri’s already burning skin. At last, Angelo stopped and ran his hand lightly over Yuri’s arse.
“God. So red. So gorgeous. You were born for this.”
Yuri laughed. “I think my parents would disagree.”
“I don’t care.” Angelo spread Yuri’s legs open wider then put his hand between them and touched Yuri’s bollocks.
“Fuck!” Yuri felt like his head was going to explode.
“You’re mine. If you need discipline, I’ll do it. If you need to come, I’ll make you. It’s the only choice I’ve been given, and I will own you. Do you understand?” His hand touched Yuri’s cock just as tentatively as he’d touched his bollocks, then his grip firmed into near pain. “I asked you a question, princess.”
“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.” Although he didn’t. Not at all. He had no idea what was really going on in Angelo’s head, and they would talk about it, but right now all Yuri could think about was the hand stroking him with an almost too-tight grip. “I’m gonna come.”
Angelo’s hand moved away and Yuri wanted to weep with frustration. “No, please, I need it. Need it so bad. Need you so bad.” He shouldn’t have said that last sentence, but it was far too late to take it back. Maybe Angelo hadn’t been paying attention.
“You want me, princess? You need me?” Angelo gathered
