Page 14 of Little Treat
“You really want spanks, don’t you?” I asked.
He turned and giggled, and then turned fully seeing the candy canes in my hand. “Ooh what are they?” In his tight white briefs, I could practically see his skin beneath, and the exact spot I wanted to give him that spank.
“Those are your surprise.”
“I love candy canes,” he said. “Peppermint?”
“Of course.”
He reached out and I pulled my hand away. “Oh no, not for you right now. They’re for you, on the bed.”
“What do you—”
Giving a single nod, Jamie marched himself over to the bed. “And clean up your mess. Or else.” I didn’t think that would work, but it did. He stuffed all his things back inside the bag and then jumped onto the bed, his ass in the air, wiggling it around for me.“Don’t you dare get any more undressed than you are,” I told him.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said in a soft voice that sent a trill of shivers through me.
I undressed slowly, teasing him. It was one of the funishments, I suppose. It reminded me of how we’d punish the guys on the ice, not physically, but there was definitely a certain level of hazing and pucks flying. I wished I had one of the practice sticks with me so I could use it as a makeshift paddle. I didn’t want to ruin my hands, even if I enjoyed seeing the print revealed on his cheeks.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked in a whine.
“I need a shower before I do anything,” I told him.
He perked up, sliding around on the bed to sit. “With me?”
“If you’re done splaying yourself out on the bed like a peacock, yes.”
He giggled. “I wanna shower with you.”
The hotel shower was spacious enough for at least four men, and my mind might’ve gone to a place where I’d liked to have seen that. It was nice to be this intimate with Jamie, washing him and him washing me, although we both knew things were about to get very sticky and sweaty in the bedroom, and we’d be back in here cleaning ourselves off again.
Drying him with the fluffy towels, I got to comb his curly red hair, and he shook it like he was a dog getting the water out. It was endearing. We dried off and I carried him to the bed where he’d left his teddy—and the false bottom was already unlatched.
“What’s in there?” I asked, laying him on the bed, but he didn’t want to unlatch himself, thrusting his hips and chubbed cock at my waistline. “Lie down, or no reward.”
He whined, letting go of me. “Only for the reward.”
“See, you can be a good boy. I knew it.” I winked at him and grabbed the teddy. Sticking my fingers inside, there was a softness—somewhat silicone, and slick, with dots and textures. “A fleshlight.”
“It’s my teddy,” he said, pouting. “I love him.”
“I didn’t realize there was going to be a third joining us.”
Jamie reached out for the teddy. “I promise he’ll be quiet.”
I knew that was right. I handed him the teddy and rolled him over. “Let me get a grip of this meat,” I said, and placed my hand on his ass with a big squeeze. “Mhm, that’s nice and thick.”
“You think?” he asked, doing a butt squeeze of his own. “I’ve been doing squats, but not sure if they’re working.”
Trialing my hand down, I tickled his inner thigh enough for him to wince and pull them together, trapping the tip of his cock between them. I licked the tip of my finger and placed it on top of his tip, gently rubbing it with a swirl of my finger down his head. He whimpered, pulling his feet up like they were a line ofdefense trying to stop me from filling his body with just atipof pleasure.
“That feels so good,” he let out.
“Consider that a reward, then, but you still need punishing.”
His face went from relaxed to excited with a flash of expression, and he bit his lip and nodded.
One spank came for the snowball, another for the surprise introduction to his mom, and then two more. I liked to make sure they were the right shade of red—not quite the same as his hair, but nice enough. And they had to be even, of course. With the way I’d spanked him, palm close to his hole with my fingers out, on both cheeks, it made his asshole look like I’d made one of those turkey hand paintings—onbothcheeks.