Arthur could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax. But, tempting as it was, he couldn’t let that happen, not yet; he wanted to save that for a bit later. “That’s good, Alfred,” he said, voice gentle again as he gave that summer-blond hair a small tug. Alfred allowed himself to be pulled back, looking up at Arthur with a gaze that seemed far away, as if he were already in some kind of headspace. He didn’t even question why he had been pulled away in the middle of a blowjob. Arthur knew that this meant he had to be careful, but at the same time, he was pleased that Alfred was already getting into their play. He stepped back again to pull up his pants and re-fasten them, his arousal still prominent within their tight confines. “That was lovely,” he praised again, the hand that had been nestled in Alfred’s hair now lovingly petting his head. “Are you ready to do something else for me?”
Alfred did respond to this, with a nod and another “yes, sir”—and he would never know how very much Arthur liked to hear those words.
Arthur had wanted to begin with something familiar to make Alfred comfortable; now, he wanted to move on to something which they’d never tried before. “Stand up and follow me,” he ordered as he moved over to the bed and seated himself at the edge of the mattress, Alfred trailing not far behind him. “Now,” Arthur patted his thigh, “lay across my lap. You can rest your chest and legs on the bed.”
Alfred nodded and climbed across Arthur’s lap, finding the position a bit awkward at first but eventually settling down into something relatively comfortable. He was pretty sure that he knew what was coming next, and the thought of it both excited and scared him. What if he wouldn’t like it? What if he would disappoint Arthur? Alfred twitched at the touch of Arthur’s hand to his backside, but it was nothing more than a loving caress.
“It’s all right, love,” Arthur reassured, rubbing gently at Alfred’s backside. “I want to spank you now, but I’m going to go slowly. Do you remember your safeword?”
Alfred turned his head over his shoulder to look at Arthur, nodding. “Yes, sir.”
“And what is it?” Arthur prompted.
“‘Red.’” A pause. “It’s ‘red,’ sir.”
“Good, good.” The hand on Alfred’s bottom continued to caress it lovingly, rubbing back and forth across both cheeks as if to warm him up. “Are you ready?”
Alfred nodded, but his body felt tense across Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s hand moved up to rub at Alfred’s lower back until he could feel that body relaxing, loosening up, submitting. “I know you nodded earlier, but I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Alfred’s body, to Arthur’s surprise, didn’t tense up again, but instead remained relaxed. Very good.
Arthur didn’t want to use any implements this time, though he hoped that someday he could; for now, for a first time, he felt that the intimacy of using his hand to spank was the most appropriate. He gave Alfred’s backside one final rub before drawing his hand away from the skin. Keeping his hand lightly cupped, he gave the underside of the cheek closest to him a light smack, barely firm enough to be heard. When Alfred didn’t complain or tense up, he delivered another spank, this time to the opposite cheek, with about the same intensity. After this, he paused to rub both buttocks again, massaging away what sting there was before pulling away and bringing his hand down once more, a bit more firmly this time. Again, he stopped to massage the spot briefly with his fingers together before spanking the other cheek, still more firmly. Slowly, he built up the spanking like this, every so often pausing to rub and sooth away the sting before continuing. He stopped to rub, too, when Alfred first made a small noise, though it didn’t sound like an unpleasant one; the other nation’s body also remained relaxed, which Arthur took as a cue that everything was all right. Subsequent spanks also drew forth small noises, and Arthur paused to ask, “How are you holding up?”
“Good,” Alfred responded without turning his head; he still seemed a bit far away. “I’m good... This feels kinda nice, actually…”
What Do I Want? [2b/3]
Alfred did respond to this, with a nod and another “yes, sir”—and he would never know how very much Arthur liked to hear those words.
Arthur had wanted to begin with something familiar to make Alfred comfortable; now, he wanted to move on to something which they’d never tried before. “Stand up and follow me,” he ordered as he moved over to the bed and seated himself at the edge of the mattress, Alfred trailing not far behind him. “Now,” Arthur patted his thigh, “lay across my lap. You can rest your chest and legs on the bed.”
Alfred nodded and climbed across Arthur’s lap, finding the position a bit awkward at first but eventually settling down into something relatively comfortable. He was pretty sure that he knew what was coming next, and the thought of it both excited and scared him. What if he wouldn’t like it? What if he would disappoint Arthur? Alfred twitched at the touch of Arthur’s hand to his backside, but it was nothing more than a loving caress.
“It’s all right, love,” Arthur reassured, rubbing gently at Alfred’s backside. “I want to spank you now, but I’m going to go slowly. Do you remember your safeword?”
Alfred turned his head over his shoulder to look at Arthur, nodding. “Yes, sir.”
“And what is it?” Arthur prompted.
“‘Red.’” A pause. “It’s ‘red,’ sir.”
“Good, good.” The hand on Alfred’s bottom continued to caress it lovingly, rubbing back and forth across both cheeks as if to warm him up. “Are you ready?”
Alfred nodded, but his body felt tense across Arthur’s lap. Arthur’s hand moved up to rub at Alfred’s lower back until he could feel that body relaxing, loosening up, submitting. “I know you nodded earlier, but I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Alfred’s body, to Arthur’s surprise, didn’t tense up again, but instead remained relaxed. Very good.
Arthur didn’t want to use any implements this time, though he hoped that someday he could; for now, for a first time, he felt that the intimacy of using his hand to spank was the most appropriate. He gave Alfred’s backside one final rub before drawing his hand away from the skin. Keeping his hand lightly cupped, he gave the underside of the cheek closest to him a light smack, barely firm enough to be heard. When Alfred didn’t complain or tense up, he delivered another spank, this time to the opposite cheek, with about the same intensity. After this, he paused to rub both buttocks again, massaging away what sting there was before pulling away and bringing his hand down once more, a bit more firmly this time. Again, he stopped to massage the spot briefly with his fingers together before spanking the other cheek, still more firmly. Slowly, he built up the spanking like this, every so often pausing to rub and sooth away the sting before continuing. He stopped to rub, too, when Alfred first made a small noise, though it didn’t sound like an unpleasant one; the other nation’s body also remained relaxed, which Arthur took as a cue that everything was all right. Subsequent spanks also drew forth small noises, and Arthur paused to ask, “How are you holding up?”
“Good,” Alfred responded without turning his head; he still seemed a bit far away. “I’m good... This feels kinda nice, actually…”