Ugh … Vincent spanking Ciel, much to the latter’s humiliation and the former’s mirth. It’s such an amusement and turn on in its own right to see the way Ciel squirms across his lap in a piteous attempt to escape, yet in the same vein, arches back in an attempt to receive more. Bonus points if to add to his humiliation Vincent makes him strip down to naught but his socks (or stockings …. ciel wearing stockings never hurt anyone.)
Hm. And what if it happened while Sebastian was eagerly observing … hm ….
“Lie over my knee.” He instructed.
A lapful of warm, squirming little boy followed soon after. He could feel the sharpness of the boy’s ribcage digging into his kneecaps as he wriggled to get comfortable. Felt the gusty exhale, a dip of the thin belly against his thighs, once he was settled and the realisation that he was going to be spanked in front of his daddy’s best friend sunk in.
Spanking his little boy felt like something close to ecstasy. A whirling high. A white-out of his senses. Fever-pitched. Addictive.
Having his best friend watch as he punished his kid only heightened the euphoria. And Vincent rather thought he might be in too deep. A swift descent into depravity. No return ticket. Sulphur-scent. Hell-bound.
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