Happy Spanksgiving

by Tymber Dalton

  The T-Rex turned, and through the clear front panel he spotted a miserable-looking Rusty. “Hey, John.”

  “Okay, seriously, what the hell bet did you lose?”

  Gilo had known Rusty for years, and he knew that Rusty didn’t mind a lot of costumes—hellooo, SCA veteran—but he was not one for humiliation play.

  Something like this, outside of Halloween or a costume party, definitely fell into the realm of “humiliation play” for Rusty.

  “Tell him, barbarian,” Eliza said as she walked over, a wicked looking cane in her hand.

  Rusty’s reptilian shoulders slumped. “I got drunk, mouthed off to Ma’am, made a bet with her, and she won.”

  “Keep going,” Eliza said. “The whole damn story.”

  The T-Rex’s head dipped. “I said I could beat her in a fight, and I didn’t.”

  Gilo let out a long, low whistle. “Duuuude. For starters, she’s your wife. I don’t care if you’re King Kong and she’s Fay Wray, you do not bet against your fucking wife.”

  Eliza smiled. “He could have used that advice last weekend.”

  “Rule two,” Gilo said, “what the actual fuck were you thinking? I’ve seen your wife in combat, and no man in his right might would think he could take her on unless he’s a goddamned experienced MMA fighter or something.”

  “Word.” Eliza fist-bumped with him.

  “I know,” Rusty said, sounding morose.

  “So, how…” Gilo pointed at the T-Rex, circling his finger. “This?”

  “My choice of costume.” She grinned. “I fucking love the T-Rex videos. I’ve been wanting to get one of these anyway.” She thumped the T-Rex’s nose. “Perfect excuse.”

  “What was his incentive?”

  She grinned. “I told him I’d be his sexy French maid for a weekend.”

  Gilo burst out laughing, finally bending over, hands on his knees he laughed so hard. “Duuuude! She totally set you up and rolled you. That was raw, prime bait right there. I think we’d see Landry in a damn French maid outfit before you’d get Eliza in one! Even I know that, and I’m not even married to her!”

  “I was really drunk,” the T-Rex muttered.

  “Time to go on the wagon,” Gilo advised.

  “No shit,” the T-Rex agreed.

  Abbey emerged from the living room and burst out laughing. She walked over to join Gilo, fist-bumping Eliza. “Honey, I think you outdid yourself this time.”

  Eliza evilly grinned. “I know, right?”

  “We could totally tie him like that,” Sean said as he walked up. “I’ll pay you $100, cash, right now, if you sign a photo release, let us tie him, and let us use the pics on the website.”

  Eliza and Rusty looked at each other, then turned to Sean. “Done!”

  “Cali!” Sean yelled, heading for the house. “I need to go hit an ATM!”

  “And on that note,” Gilo said, “I think I have a date with an ass beating.”

  Abbey snapped the leash she held to the front of Gilo’s collar. “You sure do. We’ll check in after we’re done. I have to admit, I’m curious to see what they do to Rusty.”

  The T-Rex tipped his head and attempted to give them a two-fingered salute from the top of his head, but it ended up being from mid-snout.

  “Now we know why the T-Rex died out,” Gilo said. “They couldn’t reach their cocks to get them into female T-Rexes.”

  The T-Rex flipped him stubby, double-handed birds.

  Abbey led Gilo inside to where she’d staked out a bench in the living room. When she pointed to the floor, he sank to his knees and bowed, touching his forehead to the tops of her boots.

  Immediately, the world began to slide away around him, the edges growing fuzzy, hazy, until his entire being was focused on her.

  Calm filled him, serenity settling deep within.

  This was what he needed.

  Her.

  And she knew it.

  She reached down and dropped the leash on the floor, stepping on it and keeping him from being able to sit up. She stroked the top of his head through his hood. “Such a good boy for me,” she said loudly enough he could hear her through the hood, but not for anyone else. “Going to send your mind away for a little while.”

  He fought the urge to wiggle his butt in joy at that declaration. They weren’t doing puppy play tonight, and if he shiny squirreled into that, he might never get his beating.

  A beating he definitely wanted.

  Abbey raked her nails up and down either side of his spine, digging in, teasing the first hints of subspace from his brain. It never took her long to drop him hard and deep when he wanted to go.

  He trusted her, as much as she trusted him.

  That’s why they were so damn good together.

  She reached under his chin and hooked a finger through his collar, unclipping the leash and leaving it on the floor. She tugged him up and onto the bench, where not only did she clip his wrist and ankle cuffs to the bench, she also used rope to snugly tie his arms and legs to it, as well.

  Oh, boy.

  He knew what that meant—she was going to go really hard on him.

  He was hard at the thought. And when they got home later, he’d be fucking her damn brains out.

  Then she blindfolded him and buckled his ball gag in his mouth.

  He bit down and prepared to hold on for the ride.

  She started out with her bare hands, which he’d expected. That was pretty typical for both of them. From there she moved to a heavier flogger, more than just the pleasant thud of a mop flogger. He recognized it as a braided leather flogger. The way she was hitting him in the ass with it made him suspect she was going to step things up quickly and hold him at a fairly high level of pain for a longer time than usual.

  Brain, shut off, dammit!

  Even though he’d already started the slide into subspace, it was hard not to think in those terms.

  Top, duh.

  He fought his body’s urge to tense as she smacked him with a paddle. He wasn’t sure which one, but from how stingy it felt, likely one of the light acrylic ones she favored because she could also use them on his back, shoulders, and upper arms, not just his ass and thighs.

  Breathe.

  Breathe.

  Abbey slowed the strikes, leaving a little longer between each one, more time to process, but stepping up the strength of each swat.

  Breathe.

  Keep breathing.

  And, just like that, he was in subspace. He was simultaneously aware of and oblivious to it, surfing the sensations, his body focused on breathing and coping and enduring. Fingers curled around the edge of the bench as he held on tight for the ride.

  At some point, she swapped the paddle out for a crop, then some bare-fisted pummeling. A cane, another paddle…he floated in a sweet swamp of endorphins and dopamine and all those lovely little brain chemicals that were the milkshake that brought all the sadomasochists to the yard.

  Including him.

  Sweat covered his body as she worked up to a big finish, taking several hard swipes at him with what he suspected was the Delrin hex rod. He trembled, sucking in air and groaning against his ball gag until she’d delivered the final blow and reached down to caress his ass with her hands, signaling the end.

  He slumped against the bench, happily exhausted and his body singing with sharp, clear pain that demanded all his attention.

  She worked quickly to untie him, and within a few minutes, she’d packed their gear, cleared and cleaned the bench, and they were sitting off to the side with him lying with his head in her lap, her hand on his head.

  Relief.

  The pain took the stress away for a little while, helped get rid of all the bad kinds of tension in his body, things that built up over time, especially after a week as bad as the previous one had been.

  He didn’t know how long he lay there, surfing his zen, when he finally felt the real world creeping back in.

  Including the lump in his jock that wa
sn’t his cock.

  He sat up, waiting while she unfastened his ball gag. The feel of a water bottle touched his lips, and he drank greedily. Then she unbuckled the blindfold and he blinked against the light, smiling.

  His ass felt magnificently bruised, and would likely be gorgeous shades of blue and purple tomorrow, if he was lucky.

  He hoped.

  Abbey smiled. “Better?”

  “Better, baby.” He kissed her, savoring it, his cock aching to be buried inside her and knowing it wouldn’t take long. “Can I have a snacky, pleeeease?”

  “I suppose so, since you asked so nicely.”

  He blew her a kiss as she got up to get it for him.

  When she got up, he sat against the wall and quickly removed his hood, ruffling his sweaty hair. Then he reached into his jock and pulled out the remote for her vibrating butt plug, where he’d concealed it when he’d changed.

  Just as she was dishing something onto a plate, he smiled and thumbed the controller, turning it to the highest setting. He softly giggled as he watched her flinch and nearly drop the plate, her eyes briefly closing before she managed to pull enough brain cells together to glare at him from across the room.

  He smiled and blew her another kiss.

  Sir’s back in the house.

  Somehow, she managed to add a few more items to the plate and walk it back to him without dropping it. “Here you go, Sir.”

  He grinned as he took it from her. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

  But when she sat, she sat straddling his legs, facing him. “That was mean.” She draped her arms around his neck.

  “No, that was sadistic.” He set the plate aside, his hands settling on her ass. He pulled up the bottom hem of her skirt until he could feel her bare flesh underneath against his.

  No panties, natch.

  Scening with him always left her as wet as it left him hard. “Is someone horny, baby?”

  She nodded.

  Now his cock painfully pressed against the front of his jock. “Then go for it, baby.”

  She quickly unsnapped the front of his leather jock, fished his cock out, and impaled herself on it. Sure enough, she was wet, easily taking his entire rigid length inside her. Gilo bit his lower lip when he felt the vibration from the butt plug pulsing in her ass. It was nearly enough to get him off.

  He thumbed the controller to lower the intensity so he could last longer, then set the remote aside. He grabbed his bag and dragged it over, pulling a vibrator out of it that he’d stashed there before they’d even left the house.

  He held it up, smiling. “Ready for a ride, baby?”

  She nodded.

  He fisted her hair with his left hand, tipping her head onto his shoulder. With his right, he flicked the switch on the vibrator and slid it between them, pressed against her clit.

  Abbey screamed against his shoulder, biting down hard to muffle the sound and making his cock twitch in reply. He tenderly kissed the side of her neck. “That’s it, baby. You earned it. Take what you need.”

  Her moans vibrated through his flesh as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. She rocked back and forth on his cock as far as his grip in her hair would allow her to, every orgasm squeezing his cock and making him want to fuck her pussy.

  Except…this was more fun. Turning her brain off, watching her surrender to him without hesitation, without worry that someone else was watching. The nice thing about the private parties being he could easily take her down into a deep subspace with sex. She would take impact play because she knew he enjoyed it, but she wasn’t the masochist he was.

  He didn’t care. What turned his crank was seeing her submit totally to him, under his control, open and vulnerable and so fucking sexy moaning like that.

  “Hands behind you.” She complied, and he wedged the vibrator between their bodies so he could unbutton her top, her nipples exposed to him. No bra, because he hadn’t let her wear one of those either tonight.

  Gilo worked back and forth, pinching and tweaking her nipples as she continued grinding against him and the vibrator. Now that he was in his Toppy zone, he was able to hold back his own orgasm a little more easily, more interested in seeing how long he could keep her hovering there and keep her coming.

  It was a good ten minutes or so before Gilo sensed she was nearing the end of her endurance. So he grabbed her hips and started fucking his cock up into her, hard, driving her into one last round of orgasms before his balls drew up tight and he exploded, filling her, cum shooting deep inside her. He kissed her, savoring it, loving her.

  Then he switched off the vibrator and set it aside, and turned off the butt plug.

  She melted against him, a final sigh escaping her.

  Closing his eyes, he smiled, settling in as she made no move to change position, content.

  “Better, baby?”

  “Mmmhmm. Yes, Sir.”

  “Let’s rest for a few minutes and then go see what they’re doing to Rusty. I’ve never seen a T-Rex in shibari before.”

  She snorted. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sean and Max rigged a photo backdrop behind the suspension frame on their lanai while Leah, Scrye, Tony, and Ross had fun rigging Rusty, egged on by Eliza. Cali warned everyone they’d be taking pictures so the flashes wouldn’t freak anyone out.

  Everyone was too busy standing behind them, watching and laughing as the riggers put Rusty through several different poses and ties over the next hour. Hardly anyone else played, because it was too much fun watching the T-Rex shibari action.

  Once they’d finished untying Rusty, Eliza freed him from the T-Rex suit.

  Under it, he wore a pink g-string, which drew even more laughter.

  Sean snorted. “Nice fashion statement, dude.”

  Eliza’s grin looked wicked. “I told him that was part of what I considered the costume. Besides, he would have been too hot wearing clothes inside it.” She arched an eyebrow at Rusty. “Now what do we say?”

  He rested his head on her shoulder. “Thank you, Ma’am. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you and got drunk at the party, and I’m really sorry I got mouthy with you and doubted your ability to kick my ass. It won’t happen again.”

  She stroked his head. “That’s better. All forgiven. Mostly because your dumbassery earned us a hundred bucks tonight. I was going to make you wear the thing home.”

  He sighed. “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.”

  “I packed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for you. They’re in my bag inside,” she said. “Keep the g-string on, though. Take this with you. Pack it up.” She handed him the deflated T-Rex skin. “Then you can help these guys by going around and picking up trash and stuff.”

  “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.” He kissed her and headed inside.

  “You know that thing will end up with holes in it, right?” Max told her.

  She smiled. “I told him if it did, he’d patch them and walk back and forth in front of our house while wearing it and holding a sign that said he pissed his wife off.”

  “Ah. Smart woman.”

  “Ain’t my first rodeo with the barbarian. Besides, I ordered a second one. They were on sale on Amazon.” She wickedly grinned. “Anytime you want him for the website header, feel free to ask. Long as he’s completely unrecognizable, I’ll be happy to hire him out for you. Or feel free to borrow the costumes.”

  “Might take you up on that,” Cali said, smiling at Sean, who simply chuckled.

  * * * *

  The party was winding down a little when Sean walked up to Max, wrapped his arms around him from behind, and started humping him.

  “I think I’ve earned some fun, huh?”

  Max turned, smacking Sean’s ass before grabbing it. “What kind of fun did you have in mind?”

  That hardened Sean’s cock even more, if possible. “I was hoping for bound and objectified sex toy action.”

  “Hmm.” Max smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “I want to fuck a loa
d down your throat, buddy. Been a little while since you swallowed.”

  Sean opened wide, meeting Max’s gaze.

  Max slapped his ass again, using both hands. “Go grab a coil of rope and get Cali.”

  The sofa was free. Max didn’t use finesse. He made Sean strip and bound him, arms at his sides, with the tie set up so he could untie him from the front.

  Then Max gave him a playful shove, and Sean toppled back onto the couch, lengthways. His cock stood erect, like a flagpole.

  Cali grinned and stripped, diving onto Sean’s cock, making him moan.

  “Yeah, baby,” Sean gasped. “Like that.” She was so good with her mouth and knew how to use it on him to get him off quick or keep him simmering for a long time.

  Max stared down at him while he stripped. “Open wide.” He turned, straddling him and facing Cali, lowering his balls into Sean’s eager mouth.

  Between what Cali’s skilled mouth was doing to him, and being tightly bound the way he loved, Sean felt himself spinning into subspace.

  Yeesssss!

  He wasn’t even sure how long they used him. Max took his time teabagging him before actually fucking his cock into Sean’s mouth. At some point, Cali had a vibrator going, too, and she’d impaled herself on his cock. He heard and felt her orgasms, but he was too busy, too focused, on pleasing Max.

  Fingers tweaked his nipples, making him moan even more. “Did he do good, baby?” he heard Max ask.

  “Uh huh!” Now Cali was riding his cock.

  “Then I suppose you can let him come. First, though…”

  Max lifted up, turned, and then shoved his cock into Sean’s mouth. Now he was smiling down at Sean, one hand fisting Sean’s hair while Cali had reached behind her and was playing with his balls as she rode him.

  “Take it for me, buddy,” Max whispered. “Just like I take it for you.”

  Sean’s soul reached for Max, needing to make him feel good, needing it almost more than air.

  Those early days after Lydia, when it was just the two of them, how many times had Max said those same words to him while trying to gently, lovingly reprogram his brain and eradicate Lydia’s bullshit from his soul?