Page 56 of Repentance and Absolution

“Oh, I like it,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You gonna spank me soon?”

“Maybe.” I smiled. “Or maybe I’ll just do this all fucking afternoon.”

I repositioned my fingers to brush against his special spot, causing him to make a choking noise, but that wouldn’t do. He was getting entirely too much pleasure from this. I removed my fingers with the delicacy of a cad and wiped them on a cloth.

“If you’re a good boy, stay still for your spanking and hold off spending, I’ll do that again. Or I’ll fuck you, and make you shoot clear across this room.”

“Oh,” he whispered, “I don’t know.”

“Well, I don’t care if you spend while I’m spankin’ you or if you wait ’till I do something better. But even if you do spend, I still might play with you, and I still might stick my cock in you so’s I can take my pleasure. I reckon that might not feel so good if you’ve already spent, so—”

“I don’t care. Iwantyou to!”

“Really?”

He squirmed o’er my lap, and he must have felt how this was affecting me.

“Yes, oh yes! Use me. Use me for your own pleasure. I love that.”

“Hmm. All right.”

“OhGod.”

“You be quiet now. Don’t wanna ruin the peace of a beautiful Christmas Day with your caterwauling, just ‘cause you’re gettin’ a hidin’.”

Oscar moaned real loud then stifled it with a fist between his teeth. He glanced back at me, his eyes frantic.

“Ready?”

He nodded, then turned into the mattress, his fist still in his mouth.

I gave him a good one—a Christmas Day spanking that left him pink and desperate—and humping my leg like a randy elf. T’was hard for him to stay quiet, I could see that, and I let them little moans and grunts go, because I reckon t’was impossible to be completely silent when someone was spanking your ass like I was.

He came close to spending a few times, but he held off. And when I was ready, I slipped out from under him, slicked up my cock with saddle grease and went right into him, fucking him hard with a frantic passion I could hardly contain. I spent with a god-awful groan and plowed him until I was empty. I didn’t know when or if he’d spent, to tell the truth. And truly, in that selfish moment, I didn’t care.

I rolled off him and lay there, catching my breath, staring at the ceiling, seeing stars and praying to God that neither Clarence nor Irene had happened by to wish us a Merry Christmas. We really did need to get some curtains.

Oscar was silent and still, but I could see his back moving, so I knew he wasn’t dead.

“Oscar.”

He didn’t answer me.

“Oscar, what’re you doin’?” I asked.

“Layin’ in a lake of my own spunk. What’reyoudoin’?”

I gasped a laugh and hauled myself up onto my elbow, then ran my hand down along Oscar’s spine until it rested at the top of his buttocks. In between was shiny with grease and a bit of my spend that had leaked out.

“You look freshly fucked.”

“Hmm, I wonder why?”

“You gonna stay like that all day?”

“Maybe.”

“C’mon. Get up, and I’ll clean you off.”