The problem with being “the good one” is that sometimes you want the punishments. Sometimes they look fun. Sometimes, after watching one of your partners be spanked to tears by the other partner, you get a craving. An itch that won’t go away no matter how hard you try to scratch it yourself.
You haven’t been bad. It’s just not in your nature. But you want the punishment anyway.
This is the predicament Shane finds himself in one day when he’s home alone with Cliff.
They’re relaxing on the couch together, Shane’s head in Cliff’s lap, and Shane can’t stop thinking about last week, when Ilya had been frankly insufferable until Cliff had snatched him and put him over his knee. Everything about it had driven Shane crazy with desire. The position, the power display, the sound Cliff’s big hand made when it cracked off of Ilya’s ass, the angry, deep red his skin had been for hours afterward.
Shane has done nothing to warrant such rough handling, because Shane doesn’t typically think to act out. If Cliff or Ilya asks something of him, he does it. Whatever base, primal part of his brain that controls his impulses must be permanently turned off, because his first snd only instinct is to be good. To comply and comply well.
But he still wants what Ilya got.
“Cliff?” he asks, drawing the man’s dark eyes down to him.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Have I… been bad lately?”
Shane watches the split second of concern that crosses Cliff’s face, feeling so endeared toward him. When he comes to the conclusion that this is a sex thing and not a weird self-worth thing, he visibly relaxes. “Nah, of course not. You’re always so good for us, babe. So good for me.”
That’s what Shane was afraid of. But maybe he can still twist it to his benefit. “Well… have I been good enough for a reward?”
He’s close enough to Cliff’s groin that he can feel his cock start to stiffen in interest. Can feel the heat pooling between his legs as arousal kicks in. It makes his stomach flip, his own cock twitching in response. Cliff threads his long fingers through Shane’s hair and smiles down at him fondly. “For you? Anything, baby boy.”
Shane shivers a little at the pet name. It’s his favorite of the many, many terms of endearment Cliff rains upon him on a daily basis. He sits up, nuzzles the crook of Cliff’s neck, strokes a hand slowly down his chest.
“Will you please spank me, daddy?”
He feels Cliff raise a brow at him, mouth tugging up on one side. “If you want me too, baby,” he purrs back, his voice all deep and velvet-soft. “C’mere.”
Shane slides over his lap, pulling a throw pillow over to wrap his arms around and rest his head on. Hips slung over Cliff’s, ass in the air. One hand warm and firm between Shane’s shoulder blades, the other stroking softly up the backs of his thighs. Shane’s cock gives an almost painful tug in his pants at the touch.
“You want it hard?” Cliff asks. “Like how I was with Ilya?”
“Yes, please,” Shane replies, face heating with shyness at his own desire.
“Such a good boy,” Cliff praises as he slides Shane’s shorts down and tugs his underwear down just below the curve of his ass. “Always so polite. Here, baby. Let daddy give you what you want.”
The first smack is like heaven. The crisp, sharp sound makes Shane’s ears ring. Heat lances through him at the contact, making his skin prickle all over with chills. He moans, loud and shameless, and grinds his hips down against Cliff’s thigh.
“Good?” Cliff asks behind him, and all Shane can do is nod.
“Yeah,” he whines. “More. Please.”
Cliff obliges. He pops Shane’s ass rhythmically, his strikes consistent in force and placement, and soon Shane’s skin is burning and stinging. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, but he doesn’t want to stop. The sensation is driving him wild, his cock leaking and aching against Cliff’s legs, and Shane can’t hold still for much longer. He ruts against the space between Cliff’s legs, desperate for friction, and when he finds just the right angle at the same time Cliff’s hand meets his ass again, he comes with a punched-out, broken moan.
“Ohhh, good boy,” Cliff murmurs, gently petting the burning, inflamed skin of Shane’s ass. “So very good. Are you okay?”
Shane nods when he can see straight again. He’s so much better than good. His whole body is buzzing, his head light, his ass raw and hot in the most delicious way. He doesn’t even have anything inside of him. He just liked it so much. “Good,” he pants, feeling almost drunk. “Thank you, daddy.”
And then, because he is good, he does deserve whatever he wants, he will continue to earn his rewards, his slides off Cliff’s lap, settles between his knees, and tugs him out of his pants and into his mouth. Cliff groans, head rolling back against the sofa cushions, and gently tugs at Shane’s hair while he licks and sucks him to completion.
After, Shane crawls up onto Cliff’s lap and straddles him, Cliff’s strong arms wrapped around him, his face pressed against Cliff’s neck, and he relaxes completely against him. He is held. He is safe. He is adored.
Cliff presses a kiss to the side of Shane’s head. “My best boy,” he sighs. “I love you, baby boy.”
Shane beams inside and out, smiling all the way down to his toes.
