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“Yes.Oh God.Jimmy, I’m…fine?I’m in such a good, floaty place right now.”

“You are?Really?”

“Really.”

“What do you want?You want more of the crop or somethin’ else?”

He lay there breathing harshly, considering what I’d asked.

“Somethin’ else,” he said finally.

“Okay.”

He turned his head to regard me, those soft brown eyes full of need.“I want you to spread me with that bar and fuck me.Please, Jimmy.”

Those words from his sweet mouth about did me in.

“Fine,” I panted.“All right.You wanna wait for your ass to calm down?”

He shook his head.“No.I wanna feel it and remember it while you’re tuppin’ me.”

“All right then.”

Part of me was glad, because I sure did want to do that.I only hoped he didn’t regret it once we got going, though I supposed we could make adjustments if needed.

“Take your trousers down all the way then and fold them.Put them on that chair along with your other stuff.And don’t you touch your little nubby.I don’t care how desperate it feels.That nubby’s mine, and I aim to take care of it when the time comes.”

“Yes, sir.”

I went and got the bar, while Oscar did as he’d been told.When he was naked, I had him get up onto the bed.

“Sit on your swatted ass and give me your ankles.”

He shot me a saucy grin as he obeyed, flinching as the skin of his ass made contact.

“Oh, that smarts,” he hissed.

“Good.Bad boys get whooped by their daddies.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, as I buckled one of the leather cuffs around his ankle.

I glanced at his cock.’Twas bobbing there against his belly, wet at the tip and down the front, too, which was par for the course with Oscar when I took him in hand like this.I reckoned it had started leaking the first time the crop had touched him.

“You sure do like this,” I said.

“You sure do know it.”

I smiled.“Oh yes, I do.Now…”

I straightened and lifted the bar, like I’d seen Trick do when Oscar had been fully clothed.

He went down flat on his back and flinched again as his sore ass rubbed on the sheets.

“Goddamn,” he grunted.

I stared at him for a long moment, savoring the control I had o’er him, before I flipped him quick onto his front.

Oscar groaned and reached for the bed covers, as I held the bar and eyed his rosy, cropped ass.