Page 119 of A Quick Buck

“You understand that not getting your way is no excuse to behave as you did, yes?” Alistair slid the belt over each mark, his voice calm and seductive.

“Yes, sir. I do.” Noah licked his lips, dry from panting so hard.

“You are better than that, dear Noah.” Alistair dragged the belt up between Noah’s thighs. “Spread yourself for Daddy.”

“Y-yes, sir…” Noah swallowed down a curse, reaching back to grab his cheeks. He couldn’t use both hands and still balance himself on the table, so he did his best with one.

“Oh, no. That simply won’t do.” Alistair tapped Noah’s thigh. “Kneel on the table, head down.”

“Ah, fu—shi—mmmph.” Noah bit his lip and crawled up on the table, on his knees and bowing his head. He could now reach back and present himself like Alistair wanted, spreading his cheeks wide. “Better, sir?”

“Much better, dear boy. Much better.” Alistair’s aim was true and the belt landed right on Noah’s hole.

“Shit!” Noah regretted the curse immediately, but the sharp bite right there in such a tender spot made his vision blur. He dug his nails into his skin, trying to find a way to escape the throb. He swore his pulse was thrumming in time with the frantic music thudding distantly through the walls, and he squeezed his eyes closed.

Another pop across his hole brought him to tears, and he moaned desperately. No one had ever spanked him like this, and he felt small and weak, but he knew he had to do this to atone for his poor behavior. More than that, hewantedit because having Alistair be disappointed in him hurt him in a way he’d never known before.

He’d never wanted to please someone so much, and he would take whatever Alistair gave him so he could be back in his good graces.

“One more, dear Noah,” Alistair said as he reached between Noah’s legs to grab his hard cock. He squeezed. “One more.”

“Oh, f-fu… oh, sir…” Noah whimpered, and he shuddered as Alistair pulled his cock back between his legs, stroking him slowly. His stomach clenched when he realized where the last spanking was going to fall.

“You can do it, my darling boy.” Alistair squeezed him again. “You can do anything, hmm? Breathe for Daddy.”

“I will, sir. I can do it.” Noah inhaled quickly, trying to stay relaxed, and he cried out when the last pop landed right on his dick. The pain was immediate, and he sobbed openly against the table. His cock was on fire, wet and throbbing, and he couldn’t keep still. He rocked into Alistair’s hand, wiggled his hips, and clawed his fingers through his own hair.

“Breathe,” Alistair reminded him. “Breathe for Daddy, dear Noah.”

Noah tried to. God, he tried. The room seemed to spin, and his face and chest were burning as surely as his raw cheeks plus the added fire of his spanked cock. Everything was overly sensitive, and the slightest brush of Alistair’s fingers sent incredible bolts of sensation all throughout his body.

But he kept it together.

He didn’t buckle.

Breathing steadily now, he pushed himself up on his elbows, gasping. “There. I, I did it, Daddy.”

“Yes, you did.” Alistair sounded so proud, and he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on Noah’s ass, right above one of the welts. “You were such a very good boy for Daddy.”

Noah grinned. “Thank you, Daddy. Mmm, thank you so much.”

Alistair still had a hold of Noah’s cock, and he gave him a few tantalizing tugs. “Now, you’re going to get back up, fix your clothes, and sit down with me so we can finish our drinks and have a little chat, all right?”

“But… sir… I’m…”

“What is it, dear Noah?”

“Nothing, sir.” Noah knew he probably didn’t deserve to come, no matter how much he ached for it. He waited for Alistair to let go of him, and he shuffled off the table to pull his underwear and pants back up. He could hear Alistair moving around behind him, perhaps putting his belt back on, and Noah turned around once his clothing was righted.

There was no immediate sign anything had ever happened except for the bulge of Noah’s hard cock tenting the front of his pants.

Alistair traced a single finger down Noah’s shaft, chuckling to himself. “Don’t worry, dear boy. If you behave yourself, I’ll make sure we take care of that later.”

“Thank you, sir.” Noah sat down, grateful for Alistair’s strong arm around his shoulder bringing him in close. His ass was still throbbing where Alistair had spanked him with the belt, and his dick was sore.

But in spite of the pain, he felt… good. It was a better buzz than any booze or drug, and he breathed in slowly, savoring the bubbly sensation in his chest and tingling down in the tips of his fingers. He’d done it. He’d been such a good boy.

Alistair kissed the side of Noah’s head, and he reached over to openly palm Noah’s dick through his pants. “You’re so responsive to your punishments. I wonder if they’re a little too effective, hmm?”