Page 21 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter twenty

Spanksgiving

JR

Holy shit, is the professor really gonna spank me? If that isn’t mortifying enough, did anyone notice that huge wink from Simon when we’d come back from my bedroom? Not to mention the knowing look on Mrs. Becker’s face when we’d left the party together. Oh god, were we being that obvious?

No, everything’s cool. None of my teammates gave us any strange looks, and Dad didn’t seem to think twice about it. Josh was still crashed out in the guest room when we’d left—Pops promised to help the kid through his first morning hangover. I wonder what’s gonna hurt worse tomorrow, Josh’s head or my ass?

“Here we are.” Fletcher pulls his car into the driveway of his house.

How did we get across town so quickly? Is he gonna spank me right away? Will he use a paddle or his hand?

The professor pats me on the leg. “Breathe, Bennett.”

I suck in a deep breath through my nose, then follow to his front door. When he orders me to take off my coat and shoes in the entryway, I rush to obey my dom. How humiliating is my punishment gonna be? How bad could it actually hurt? My whips-and-chains limit is still intact, right ?

As Fletcher guides me down an unfamiliar hallway and through what is clearly his private bedroom, I grow more confused with every step. This isn’t the way to Fletcher’s playroom. I stumble to a halt when we enter a luxurious master bathroom.

“Bennett, I want you to take a shower while I gather some supplies from my ‘lab’. Take your time getting ready and then meet me in my bedroom—naked.” He stares at me intently, waiting for me to respond.

“Um... your bedroom?” I glance over my shoulder at his private space. “Don’t you want me to come find you in your playroom, Sir?”

The sensual smile he gives me sets my pulse racing. “I have certain activities planned for tonight that may make you a bit... spacey. I think you’ll be more comfortable in my bed.”

In Fletcher’s bed?

In Fletcher’s bed.

In Fletcher’s bed ... The words echo through my brain. But where am I gonna go after the punishment? Sure, he invited me over for a hook-up, but spending the night in the professor’s private bedroom seems so personal .

My heart pounds as I step into the shower. I’d better not keep him waiting. I’ll just give my hair a quick shampoo and use some of his body wash. With the professor, you gotta expect the unexpected, so I’d better clean myself top to bottom, as it were. (Jeez, I’m starting to sound like Fletcher, even in my own head.) After washing every nook and cranny, I dry off with a towel and tiptoe into the bedroom. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I bow my head as I wait for my dom.

A sharp intake of breath signals his return. “Bennett, you look incredible. How I’ve missed seeing that magnificent body of yours.” Fletcher runs a hand through my wet hair.

I lean into his touch. If he only knew how much I love it when he plays with my hair. “I’ve missed you, too, Sir. Um, I mean...” Shit, what a dumb thing to say. We just spent the whole afternoon together.

“I know what you mean, baby boy,” he says. “It’s been too long since the conference. We haven’t had any D/s time, have we?”

Yeah, Fletcher gets it. I wrap my arms around his waist, nuzzling against his stomach.

After a few minutes of cuddling, he steps back. “OK, sweet boy. It’s time. Please stand up for me.”

In a mellow haze, I rise from my submissive position, towering over my dom while I wait for his instructions.

“We’ll use the cock strap again. Your body may become confused by the sensations you’re about to feel, and the strap will keep you from coming too soon.” He drops to his knees, snapping the leather cuff into place.

My legs tremble as he single-mindedly turns my semi-erection into a steel pipe. Holy shit —so much for feeling mellow.

Releasing me with a slurp, Fletcher holds up a large cylinder for me to see. “This is part of both your punishment and your reward. Do you know what it is?”

I let out a shaky breath. “A telescope?”

The professor’s lips quirk. “It’s a fleshlight—or technically, a flesh jack , since this is the male-sleeve version. I had to custom order it in monster-size.”

“Um... a flashlight, Sir?” Jeez. I’d washed myself thoroughly in the shower, but I wasn’t expecting a spot-check.

“A fleshlight, Bennett,” Fletcher snorts. At my blank look, he asks, “You do know what a fleshlight is, don’t you?”

I shake my head.

“ This is a fleshlight.“ He places one end of the cylinder over the head of my cock, pumping the tube up and down my shaft.

My knees buckle at the tight, sucking sensation. “Holy fuck! ”

“Language, Bennett.” The grin on his face is pure evil.

I lean over, placing a hand on his shoulder as I try to steady myself. “Warn a guy next time, would ya?”

My dom’s smile vanishes, his voice turning into a dangerous growl. “Are you getting sassy with me, boy?”

“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Shit . The last thing I need is an extra punishment.

“I thought not.” His eyes narrow at me in warning. “You will keep my gift on that fat cock of yours for the duration of tonight’s activities. Part of your punishment is that you must try not to thrust into the toy. This will be difficult—and, at times, impossible. What color are you, Bennett?”

“Um… green?” Holy hell, I’m not gonna survive this. At least I said goodbye to my dad.

Fletcher’s icy gaze softens. “Good boy. I want you to lie face-down over this special mount—it has a hole for you to insert the fleshlight. Keep the toy and the cock strap on and let me see your gorgeous glutes.”

I can do this. I can . A little spanking can’t hurt a big guy like me. I make grown men shake in their cleats. I can handle a couple of slaps on the ass, right? Right?

Climbing onto the bed, I stretch my body over a firm leather-covered pillow. As soon as I insert my toy-covered dick into the pillow’s hole, I have an overpowering urge to thrust into it. Only a tight hold on my will-power—and the threat of further punishments—stops me. My thighs quiver with the effort, my face heating up to a million degrees while my ass sticks up in the air.

“Put your knees on either side of the pillow and rest your weight on your elbows.” The professor kneels on the bed at my side, resting a hand on my glute. After rubbing a circle on one cheek, he gives it a firm squeeze. “I have so much to be thankful for, Bennett—and as I said earlier, I’d like to count my blessings against your beautiful bare backside. Are you ready?”

“Um...” Thank god my teammates can’t see me like this.

“I need verbal consent,” he states.

How do I get myself into these situations? “N-Yes..?”

“What color are you?” Fletcher gives my ass a sharp pinch.

“Green! I’m green, Sir.” Jeez.

“That’s better.” My dom rubs the stinging spot on my glute. “I’m grateful to have such a sweet, obedient sub. You are a blessing to me, Bennett.”

Wow, what a nice thing to— Smack!

I yelp in surprise at the hard slap to my ass and then groan as I thrust forward into the fleshlight. The competing sensations of pleasure and pain make my head spin. As I struggle to hold still, I pant in shock.

“Good boy. That is very good. You’re so strong, so determined—and simply stunning naked.” Fletcher’s voice is full of wonder as he caresses a hand down my back. “Thank you for letting me touch your beautiful body.”

“You’re welcome, S—“ Smack!

I yelp and groan again, automatically thrusting forward into the toy before I can stop myself. Oh my god, I’m not gonna make it.

My dom gives a rumble of approval. “You’re trying so hard to obey me. It’s difficult to keep from thrusting. Isn’t it, baby boy?”

I gasp, unable to speak.

“Would you like to hear another one of my blessings?” He moves until he’s directly behind me, kneeling between my spread legs. “I’m blessed that you allow me to rim this incredible ass of yours. I am very, very blessed.” He gives a few hard swats to each of my buttcheeks before spreading them, leaning forward and licking my hole.

I pulse forward several times before forcing myself to stop once again. The professor continues to kiss and lick my sensitive flesh while I struggle to hold still. I moan under the assault, my ass throbbing from the sharp slaps while simultaneously sending me waves of pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet little Ben,” Fletcher says, rubbing my sore glutes before leaning over to get something off the bed. When I hear a cap flick open and feel liquid drizzle between my cheeks, I let out a low groan and shudder. “That’s right, baby boy. I’m thankful that you let me put my fingers inside you. So very, very thankful.”

He smacks my ass on the right side, then on the left, then on the right side again. As I fight the urge to thrust, he circles a finger around my hole before pushing the tip inside.

Holy shit, I’m feeling so many things all at once. The good-pleasure of his finger behind me. The bad-pleasure of the fleshlight in front of me. The good-throbbing of my rock-hard cock. The bad-throbbing of my stinging ass. Good. Bad. Yes. No. Mixed signals flood my brain and body—there’s nothing I can do but let go. Surrender control… surrender to sensation…

The professor pumps his finger in and out, then pushes in a second one. He twists his hand, searching for the spot that makes me—

“ Fuck! Oh god, Fletcher— please! “ I beg him mindlessly until he adds a third finger, stretching me as he thrusts them in and out. I push back against them, then forward into the fleshlight.

It feels too good... I can’t stop the backward and forward motion. When he pulls his fingers from my body, I groan in agony.

“I know it’s difficult, Bennett,” Fletcher says in a soothing voice. “Your spanking is almost over, but first I must say what a blessing it is to fuck you—and I would like to be blessed again. What color are you, baby?”

I’m losing my mind. I’ll crawl out of my skin if my dom doesn’t get inside me soon. “Please, Sir, I need you!”

“What color, baby?” he repeats.

“Green! I’m green, just fuck me already, would y—“ Smack! Smack smack smack!

“No bossy babies, do you hear me?” Fletcher growls. “If my sub wants me to fuck him, he’ll be a good boy. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.

Wait... what did I just say? Oh, fuck .

The professor lets out a warm chuckle. “Daddy, is it? I think I like that. Will you call me Daddy when you come for me?”

“Oh god, I need to come. I can’t wait any longer.” My entire body is shaking. I feel like I’m falling apart.

“Hold on just another moment, baby boy.” He adds more lube to my crease. “Let me get inside you before I unsnap the cock strap.”

I hear him tear open a condom. “OK, Daddy.” Oh please, let him hurry.

Fletcher pushes the head of his cock inside me. “God, you’re so tight. Relax a little—let me in, baby.” He pumps inside me inch by inch, each thrust pushing me into the fleshlight.

Heaven.

Hell.

Ecstasy.

Agony.

I beg for more of this blissful torture while praying for my suffering to end.

At last, my dom is buried balls-deep in my throbbing ass. “It’s time to take off your cock strap. Are you ready to come for me, Ben?” He reaches a hand toward the leather cuff while gripping my hip with the other.

As the metallic snaps are ripped open, an image flashes before my eyes—a crack running from the top of the Hoover Dam to its base, the pressure behind a ten trillion gallon reservoir exploding through the breach.

“ Daddy! “ I scream.

As my orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, Fletcher grabs both of my hips, pounding furiously into my ass. His thrusts push me forward into the toy, intensifying my climax into mind-shattering levels.

“Oh god, Ben— yes . Yes, yes, yes! “ He pumps wildly into me before giving one final thrust and a loud shout of completion.

I collapse underneath him. The last thing I remember is my dom calling me his ‘sweet little Ben’ and sticking his thumb in my mouth. With a hum of gratitude, I float away on a cloud.

An eternity later…

I float back to a warm, happy heaven where I’m wrapped in Fletcher’s arms. The leather pillow is gone, and so is the fleshlight. I’m lying comfortably on my side, half-draped over my dom’s body, my face nuzzling his neck.

“Are you back, baby boy?” He gives me a gentle squeeze before reaching toward the nightstand and bringing a glass of water to my lips.

After taking several swallows, I snuggle back into his firm body. “I like it when you call me your baby boy… and I really like it when you call me Ben.” It’s safe to share secrets in this private place. No one can hear our whispered words.

Fletcher turns his head, kissing me on the nose. “And I like being called your Daddy. I enjoy taking care of my baby boy... my sweet little Ben.”

“Little?” I let out a deep giggle.

The professor rolls me onto my back, the fingers of both hands digging into my hair. “You’re a little sweet...” He kisses the dimple on my cheek. “And a little sexy...” He bites the underside of my jaw. “And you’ve got the cutest little freckle behind your ear...” He finds that special spot on my neck that drives me crazy.

“Oh, Daddy,” I sigh as I float away on a cloud.