Page 44 of Mr. Naughty List
Aaron tried, but he could feel RJ’s bare cock digging into his hip, and his own cock throbbed where it was caught against the tights. RJ skimmed his warm hands up and down Aaron’s back until he melted down against the pillow and RJ’s legs.
“Lift up,” RJ whispered. “Let me just…”
He tugged Aaron’s tights down to the middle of his thighs and groaned before pushing Aaron back down again, spreading his own legs enough to wedge Aaron’s aching cock in the tight place between his jean-clad thighs. Aaron hissed as the tip of his dick dragged against the fabric of the Santa cape.
“What a sweet ass,” RJ whispered, caressing the swell and dip of Aaron’s butt, and then running his fingers lightly in the crack to slide over Aaron’s eager asshole. “A little pale for such a bad elf. Let’s fix that.”
Then his hand came down in a swat that jolted Aaron and sent his adrenaline rushing. “Thank you,” he whispered, turning his face to the pillow and pushing his ass up.
“Eyes on the movie, Mr. Danvers.”
With effort, he turned to look at the screen again. RJ set up a rhythm of slaps, almost like Aaron’s ass was a drum and RJ was making music with it. “Love this jiggle. Look at that,” RJ said with awe, as the rain of swats started to really sting and build heat. “You’re taking your punishment so well. It’s almost time for more.”
Aaron rutted his cock between RJ’s jean-clad thighs, the fabric of the seams rough and almost painful on his sensitive dick, but he caught a hard slap across his ass for that.
“Hold still, Mr. Danvers. Bad elves who come before Santa says they can don’t get fucked.”
“What? Are you serious?” Would RJ really come here, key him up, get him off, and then walk away without plowing his ass?
“Don’t test me.”
Aaron held still again, keeping his eyes on the screen and the mouse who was now frantically trying to save Christmas instead of ruining it.
“Here. Unwrap your present.” RJ held the ruler out in front of Aaron’s face.
A shudder wracked him as Aaron lifted onto his elbows and reached out one arm to tug the ribbon free.
“Are you ready, Mr. Danvers?” RJ asked, rubbing his hand over Aaron’s ass, then up his spine, pressing him back down to the pillow and holding a steady hand against the nape of his neck. “I’ve dreamed of this since I was in your class. Spanking you with a ruler. Seeing white and red stripes rise up. Because of me. And you. Letting me.” His voice sounded wrecked. “Do you want that too?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a bad elf, and I need to be punished.”
RJ laughed. “You do. Look at this sexy ass, so round and perfect. Let’s mark it up, Mr. Danvers.”
Aaron gripped the edges of the sofa, turned his head from the screen, and bit into the pillow as a stinging stripe of pain broke over his ass. Aaron shivered and his cock throbbed as RJ squeezed his thighs around it. As the slaps from the ruler rained down, the stinging grew hotter, and stronger. RJ concentrated his strikes on the same spot, so that the pain escalated. “Like that?” he whispered.
Aaron moaned.
“Let’s take you higher.” RJ put the ruler aside and switched to hitting with his hand. Aaron pulled in a harsh breath, and within a few strikes, his mind was on fire and his ass muscles clenched tight. “Ready for more of the ruler?”
Aaron nodded, but the ruler hurt more this time. His flesh was burning from RJ’s palm, and he grunted and twisted. The light, smarting stripes felt like firecracker-heat on his skin. It built and built. Stinging, and shallow, but fiery and growing.
When RJ switched back to his hand, the first strike made Aaron gasp and choke on his own spit. “So good, Mr. Danvers,” RJ murmured, and then began to spank him with an intensity that made Aaron howl into the pillow. But RJ was strong and held him firmly. The elf costume tights strained against Aaron’s thighs as he struggled, and the sense that he was trapped in them, trapped on RJ’s lap was heady and hot.
His cock pulsed between RJ’s thighs, and when RJ grabbed hold of his throbbing ass cheeks and squeezed, Aaron lifted his head, a mess of agony and bliss, to shout, “I’m going to come!”
“Come for me,” RJ ordered. “Do it.”
RJ’s firm grasp on his ass, shoving his hips down into the tunnel between the hurtful seams of RJ’s jeans, was all Aaron needed. He arched his head back, fresh sweat breaking over his skin, and came.
Rocket explosions of pleasure shook him, and he collapsed on RJ’s lap, legs shaking and a shivery whimper sliding out of his mouth.
“That’s right, Mr. Danvers,” RJ said, fingers soothing in his hair and stroking down his neck and back. “You’re gorgeous. So fucking sexy. Look at you. Never thought I’d have the chance. Thank you.”
Aaron shuddered, white noise and shimmering glimpses of shame rushing into his mind. He started to stand, but his legs were too weak, and he slipped to the floor, tights still digging into his legs. RJ tore off his T-shirt to mop up the come that hadn’t made it onto the Santa cape, pushed his jeans down to his knees, and nodded at his feet.