Tallis shrugs and gives our boy a devilish look. “You can still be a prop, too,” he says.
I nudge my husband’s knee with my own and roll my eyes. “I think that kind of kink has less of a crash afterward if you’ve been made to feel cherished first.” I glance back at Oliver. “Obviously, that’s not true for everyone. But seeing as you’re new to kink, I’d rather not rush into things.”
Tallis knows he’s being naughty, but that’s the closest anyone’s going to get to telling him off. So he just grins and kisses my lips before turning back to Oliver. “My Augie Pie is right. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We can try different levels of kink other times.”
I’m not even sure if he’s aware of what he’s just said. However, I immediately fret that we’ve only got about twenty-four hours left together.
Is he thinking beyond that?
This isn’t the moment to bring that up, though, so I just return my attention to Oliver, who’s trembling a little, his eyes shiny.
“I’d like to try the spanking now please, Master. Then maybe tomorrow I can be a table or a dinner plate or whatever.”
Tallis and I both laugh, making Oliver smile even broader, looking delighted with himself. “That sounds like a good plan, little treat,” Tallis says, giving our boy’s ass a light tap. “Okay, off with your clothes and lay yourself down over our laps. I want your butt and Daddy wants your head.”
“Yes, Master,” Oliver says, already scrambling out of his jeans and underwear. Rather than dropping them on the floor, he folds them neatly and places them with the rest of his new clothes. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s so respectful it makes my chest tighten a little with pride.
Tallis and I scoot back on the sofa to support our backs and Tallis grabs a pillow to put under Oliver’s hips so his ass will be more elevated. Once he’s settled, I make sure his head is comfortable on my thighs, his face turned toward me as I card my fingers through his blond hair.
“How’s that, baby boy?” I ask.
“Good, Daddy,” he tells me sweetly. “Green.”
Tallis starts caressing his right hand over the swell of Oliver’s cheeks. “I’m going to give you ten spanks, little treat,” heexplains. “At that point, I’ll ask if you want more or if you want to stop. If you want to come, you must ask me. If you come without my permission, there will be a punishment tomorrow. But if you ask like a good boy, Daddy will enjoy helping you climax. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Oliver says, already sounding like he’s drifting into subspace.
“Okay,” Tallis says. “Here we go.”
His hand lands on Oliver’s left cheek, and I can tell from the sound that he didn’t use too much force. Our boy is on the skinny side, after all, and he needs to start on the lower end of the scale before he can build up to see where his limits are.
He lets out a moan and wriggles a little against us as he takes a shaky breath. But then he licks his lips and flutters his eyelids a few times. “I liked that, Master. Thank you.”
“Good boy for using your words,” Tallis praises him. “I’m going to continue now as I please. The pace will not be regular, but I will keep count. I’ll only stop before we reach ten if you tell me to.”
“Yes, Master,” Oliver pants before Tallis can ask him if he understands. That makes both me and my husband smile. It seems Tallis’s hunch was correct about our little treat enjoying this.
His hand lands on Oliver’s other cheek, the crack slightly louder than the previous time, suggesting he’s using a bit more force. Oliver just moans again and grinds his hips against the pillow on Tallis’s lap. I watch as my husband alternates sides for each blow, but then also changes the pattern up by striking lower down Oliver’s thighs or more over his hole or smacking twice in quick succession.
I keep count with him, so I know when we reach ten. “Okay, little one—” Tallis begins to say, but Oliver doesn’t let him finish.
“More, please,” he begs with a sob, his fingers curling around the material of my jeans as he writhes in our laps. “Please, Master, please.”
“Good boy,” I tell him soothingly, caressing his scalp and the side of his face.
“Yes, good boy,” Tallis agrees, stroking Oliver’s already pink ass. “We’ll do ten more, then that’s enough.”
He doesn’t wait for our boy to answer, he just drops his hand down, making Oliver yelp and arch his back. Pretty tears cling to his lashes as he gasps for breath, flinching and moaning each time Tallis spanks him again.
“You’re doing so well, baby boy,” I tell him, my voice tight with emotion. “You look so beautiful right now. You’re taking it so well for our Master. I’m so proud of you.”
“T-thank you, Daddy,” he cries, his face now wet. He’s shaking and sweating all over by the time Tallis lands the final blow, his hands pawing desperately at my thighs as his hips undulate against the pillow.
“That’s it, little treat,” Tallis murmurs, rubbing Oliver’s sore behind gently. “You did so incredibly well. Can you tell us what you need now?”
“Daddy,” Oliver howls, blinking his eyes open as he fumbles to try and elevate himself. “Please,please.”
“Do you need Daddy to make you come, darling?” I ask, already helping him to sit in a straddle across my lap. He hisses as his tender bottom rubs against my clothes but then quickly starts trying to hump me.