Page 62 of Learning to Trust

My fingers soothed over David’s back and through his curls. “Ssh, baby, I’ll take your mind off those worries.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“On the bench for ten.”

“May I have twenty please, Sir?”

"Fifteen." I compromised with David, something I wouldn't normally consider but made allowances for his state of mind.

“Thank you, Sir.”

David climbed onto the spanking bench, his gorgeous ass high in the air. I picked up the paddle before running a hand over one plump globe. A hard slap from my hand had him moaning and pushing back for more.

Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “Are you ready to forget your worries?’

“Yes, Sir.”

“Safe word?”

“Monti.”

Drawing my arm back I brought the paddle down hard on his right cheek and David counted it off. Two struck the left side, three connected across both. Each slap had him pushing his ass higher and he begged for more. The man was perfection, and I would do everything in my power to ensure he was happy and free from worry.

As the spanking progressed, his ass turned from pink to a deep shade of red and thin welts rose on the flesh.

“Fifteen, thank you, Sir. Please, Sir, it’s not enough.”

Under other circumstances, if he asked for more, I would have given David a real punishment such as restraining him on the bed with a large vibrating plug deep in his ass and his cock contained in a cage. David disliked the punishment intensely but since spanking and flogging were an enjoyment for him, I’d had to seek other options when warranted.

Maybe a discussion with Kyle was needed, he’d have creative ideas about punishments that were more effective.

David was intriguing. In the past, my subs would do everything in their power to avoid a spanking. David found release through spankings and floggings and craved them. It was no secret that when my man was on edge, he baited me into one or the other.

“Safe word?”

“No, Sir. Please, Sir. I need it hard, would you use the flogger?”

I stepped to where David could see my face. There were tears in his eyes, but they were calmer, free of conflict.

Nodding, I crossed to the cupboard and removed a flogger with thin leather straps that would give David the pain he not only craved but needed.

I held it up to him and relief flooded his face. He lifted his ass, pushing it toward me as I stepped into place.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I brought the flogger down hard and David yelped before counting. After the fifth strike, welts crisscrossed his cherry-red ass and the tops of his thighs. He'd feel this spanking for days which was what he had wanted.

Setting down the flogger, I helped him to the bed where he lay on his back, arms and legs spread wide, ready for restraints. My cock thickened at the sight of the gorgeous man on display and waiting for me.

I buckled his wrists, teased his nipples to hard peaks, and set the nipple clamps in place. His legs remained free and after stripping off my clothes, I climbed between them. His cock lay long, thick, and dripping precum onto his belly.

Leaning over, I kissed him deeply and tugged on the chain between the clamps which had him groaning loudly. Lifting both legs, I set his ankles over my shoulders and kept my eyes on his as I pushed deep inside. David fitted me like a glove.

Holding my weight on both arms, I plunged and pulled out of his canal. He snapped his hips until our rhythm meshed and we were one.

Lowering my head, I gave David a bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, and precum painted our stomachs. "I love you so very much. “You can come when you’re ready.”