by Misha Horne
“Sure.”
“If Moss hadn’t grabbed me, would you have?”
“Yes. I’ll give you a chance to do right, but you’re on a short leash. And if I’d had to grab you, I would have put you down on that bench and chewed you out then and there, and probably embarrassed the hell out of you.”
“Like at breakfast?”
“Worse.”
“That was stupid hot.”
Juno smirked. “Yeah.”
“I like doing that. In public. Without anyone knowing.”
“I can tell.”
“You think that’s messed up?”
“No. I like it too. You’re different in public.”
“Different how?”
“Loud. Ballsy. Flirty as hell.”
He laughed. “Flirty as hell? With who? Moss?”
“The waitress. The one that called you Kyyyyyyle and refilled your coffee seventy-five times while everyone else had to get their own.”
“That wasn’t flirting. Why would I flirt with a girl? Why would I flirt with anyone?”
“Because that’s what you do. You think you’re not flirting with the whole goddamn crowd when you steal bases? You flirt with everyone. Even girls.”
He bit his lip thinking about that. He wasn’t so sure about the girl part, but the crowd part, that sounded just about right, though he never would have thought about it like that. “You jealous?”
He laughed, sliding a hand under him and squeezing. “What would I ever have to be jealous about? I’m the only one about to take your pants down and spank your porn star ass.”
“I know that’s a compliment.”
“That is the fucking truth,” Juno told him, as he leaned over him, off the side of the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting your present,” he said, reaching toward the nightstand.
“This present better not have anything to do with peanut butter.”
“Relax. I keep all kinds of things in this drawer. Like this.” A second later, he sat back up, holding the wooden spoon from the kitchen— the one he’d been teasing him with for what felt like forever. His eyes went wide as he watched Juno twirl the handle between his fingers in the annoyingly awesome way that he had no idea how to imitate. “Thought this might be more useful in the bedroom. Interested?”
“Are you fucking joking?”
“Is that a yes?”
“You know it’s a yes.”
“Good.” He stroked the spoon over the bulge in the front of Kyle’s shorts, making him moan and raise up, heat flashing up his neck so quickly, he felt dizzy. “But listen,” he said seriously, pulling it away. “I know we both want to try this, but we haven’t used it before. If you don’t like it, tell me and we’ll stop, and I’ll just use my hand. You’re getting spanked either way, but I’m not gonna use something on you that you don’t like. Not ever, not even when you’re really being punished. You understand?”
That sounded a little nicer than necessary, honestly.
“Is that how you’re supposed to do it?”
“There’s no supposed to. We make up the rules. We’re supposed to do it however we’re comfortable. I wouldn’t be comfortable hurting you like that. So, I need you to tell me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Remember your safeword?”
“You don’t have to ask me every time. I’m not an idiot.”
“If that’s supposed to be a yes, how about you get over here.”
“How about you make me.”
“Don’t ask if you don’t mean it.”
“I mean it.”
Juno dropped the spoon down on the bed beside him and grabbed him around the waist, flipping him over and pulling him backwards in one quick combination move that left him gasping for breath and splayed out over his lap, ass in the air and cock pressed hard against his thigh.
“That was fucked up,” he whispered, laughing as he squirmed, shifting to try and get comfortable as the humiliation that usually came with being taken across his knee started to catch up to him. “Fuck baseball, you should have been a wrestler.”
“I told you, I was. Still gonna tell me you don’t like it when I pick you up?”
“Maybe I’m learning to like it.”
“Maybe you’re learning a lot of things.” Juno slid his fingers down the back of his shorts, peeling his clothes away, leaving his ass painfully exposed with no time to prepare for it. His fingers stroked and scratched, cupping and bouncing his cheeks in his hand until Kyle was tearing his lips apart, biting back whimpers. “You did better at breakfast, rook.”
“What?”
“We talked about what you did wrong, and you readjusted. That fast. When it came up again, you were calmer. When you got an earful of stuff you didn’t like, you kept ahold of yourself. You got a little loud, but you did better than I thought you might.”
He felt the sneer start to curl his lips automatically as he thought about having to defend himself, and shook his head to try to knock the thoughts back down. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“I know you don’t,” Juno told him, tugging his shorts down lower, spreading his legs wider over his lap. “I just want you to know I saw. I’m proud of you.”
“But, you’re still spanking me, right?”
“Damn right. You still acted like a brat this morning. But, this is a reminder, okay? To keep doing better. I think this might work for you. It’s not punishment exactly, and I’m not angry, but what I’m telling you isn’t a joke. I know you can act like you’re supposed to. I think this will help you remember.”
“And it’s okay to like it?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Because so far, I really like it. I think I might need a lot of reminders.”
“Think you might be right. Now, give me the spoon.”
His ass clenched at the order, dreading it and wanting it equally, hoping it hurt like hell, hoping it wasn’t so bad. His dick was so hard, either way was going to send him over the moon pretty quick. And having to hand the spoon over himself didn’t calm him down any.
He picked it up and handed it back over his shoulder, Juno’s hand closing over his as he took it from him.
“Why are we doing this again, rook?”
He sighed, crossing his arms under his head and pushing his toes against the floor in an effort to distract himself from this part. Even when they were playing, even if this was a reminder— which he thought he could get damn used to— he still hated it. “Temper,” he muttered.
“Little louder, please.”
He grunted softly, the please always hitting him right in the gut, because it didn’t mean please at all, it meant right fucking now, and that he sure as hell did like.
“I’m gonna watch my temper better. I’m gonna remember.”
“Mmmhmm. I know you will.”
The sound that found its way out of his throat was a surprise, heavy and echoey and just suddenly there, as Juno started to stroke the spoon slowly across his ass, up and down the backs of his thighs, teasing and threatening without a word. The wood was cooler than he’d imagined, and softer. Sweet, almost, on his bare skin.
“ You ready?”
“Don’t ask, just do it.”
“Bossy boy.”
The first smack caught the bottom of his cheek, the fleshy part that was made for spanking, that made his whine come out high-pitched and hoarse. It felt a lot more like a hand than a paddle, the light thud gentle and sexy as he rocked against Juno’s lap, moaning softly. Not what he expected it to feel like. But, he could definitely live with it.
The tension melted from him instantly, and he relaxed, shifting his hips and spreading his legs, pushing his toes harder against the ground, demanding more. And, then he got more, as Juno brought it down faster and harder, and suddenly, it was a whole different kind of spanking. With a few changes to the force and angle, the spoon started to sting like a bite, sharp and fiery in one tiny spot that grew and
grew, instead of like a smack from a hand that spread heat wide all at once.
“Fucking… fuck.”
Juno stopped. “Good or bad?”
For a second, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath or open his eyes. “Good,” he finally managed.
Juno ran his fingers across the stinging sore spots and he shivered under the touch, twisting, almost rolling off his lap in an attempt to tell him what he wanted, how much he needed… something. He just wasn’t quite sure what.
“Whoa. Watch it, now.” Juno’s warm fingers grabbed him at the elbow, holding him still, pinning him down. “If you’re gonna squirm, I’m gonna have to hold onto you. That what you want?”
“Yeah. Yes. Please.” He could only grab one word at a time, panting, and feeling helpless as he shoved out anything that was close, that could possibly explain that he needed. “More. Now. That.”
Juno understood him, like he knew he would somehow, spanking hard and sharp, moving across him one tiny spot at a time. The spoon made unbelievable sounds. He could practically hear his ass jiggle with every tight, tiny smack that bounced off him. Back and forth across his cheeks in stinging bites he could see, every one a bright red circle in his mind, glowing and burning and branding him.
The pain was harsh, and at the same time, so goddamn sweet it was humiliating. So fucking domestic his face burned, knowing that was part of what was tearing him apart. That the spoon that Juno used to spank him so soundly was old and worn, from a warm kitchen, and Juno had held it more times that he’d held him. It was real and solid, and somehow every smack that connected to his bottom made him real and solid. And, Jesus. The sting was so good.
He squealed so loud he was practically screaming, squirmed so much Juno had to tug him back into place more times than he could count as he kicked his legs like a frog, clawing at the sheets, not even caring how ridiculous he looked. It wasn’t for show, not this time. The burn was so pure and shocking that every response was honest. His brain wasn’t clear enough to play games, all he could do was keep breathing.
It took a second to register Juno’s hand rubbing gently across his cheeks, long fingers molding to his skin.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You’re really loud. And really red. You doing okay?”
“Yeah.” He breathed heavily for a second, clenching his whole body. His ass burned so badly he could barely feel it. “You?”
“Oh yeah. Keep going?”
He nodded. “Please? Just a little more?”
Kyle felt the spoon slide softly up the back of one thigh and then down the other, the touch making his ass blaze and his legs shiver. “Can I try something?”
His breath caught. Juno always had the best ideas. “Sure.”
Juno eased a hand between his legs, sliding up his thighs and then nudging them apart them until they were spread so wide his body shook from the embarrassment of so much exposure. He pinched the sensitive skin on the inside of one thigh gently, and Kyle took a sharp breath. A second later, the spoon skated up to the same spot, teasing each thigh up and down, in and out. “This okay?”
“Fuck. Yeah.”
The spoon came down softly on the inside of one thigh and then the other, barely touching, but enough to make him groan.
“Can you stay still if I do this?” Juno asked him.
“Doubt it.”
Juno wrapped his arm back around him, and Kyle felt his bones liquefying, his brain swimming in warmth as he held him in place.
“Keep your legs apart. Stop me if it’s too much. Okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
The swats were light, but fast, up and down his inner thighs, practically virgin skin that was crying out for the touch. Once his thighs were painted hot, Juno moved back up to his ass, the same short, sharp smacks on his spread cheeks, on either side of his hole, a hard, vibrating sting that was finally too much to take. He lost himself, slumping, weightless and boneless, groaning and swearing as he came, his body jerking like crazy in Juno’s strong hold.
A hand slipped up his back, scratching and soothing, as Juno whispered a lot of soft words that the blood rushing in his ears made it impossible to hear, but his body recognized as calm. Juno reached around him, pulling him up, easing them both into the center of the mattress and then brushing hair away from his damp forehead.
“How was that?”
Kyle shook his head, trying to think of words, but couldn’t even think of sounds or letters, so he just closed his eyes and sighed.
“Yeah, I thought so.” Juno closed a hand around his, pulling it up to his lips. “Wanted that a while, huh?”
“Since the first time I saw you holding it.”
“Live up to the hype?”
He groaned and nodded. “Stings. So fucking good.” He rolled onto his back so he could feel the burn against the sheets as he squirmed, pulling out that extra layer of embarrassment he’d started to crave.
“God, how do you do that? It hurts just to watch you.”
“I like it. It’s like… aftershocks or something. Free money.” He rubbed against the sheets a little longer, because he could feel Juno watching him, then stopped and opened his eyes. “How does this hurt to watch, but you can spank me so hard no problem.”
“That hurts to watch too sometimes. But you like it. And it looks so good. And fuck are you hot when you’re squirming and saying my name.”
“Ego.”
Juno laughed. “Yeah, surprise. I’ve got one too.” He settled onto his side next to him and traced out a diamond shape onto Kyle’s stomach, sketching out a base path with his fingertip. His fingers stopped at the corners, scratching his short nails absently to fill in the bases. Kyle arched his back and curled his toes, content as fuck as he breathed into the touch. The game was familiar as a lullaby now, reenacting plays on his stomach, sketching out every park they could think of, messing around like a couple of kids.
“I like when you do that,” he sighed. “I like when you do everything.”
“You ever think about me using something else? To spank you, I mean.”
He hesitated, watching Juno’s long fingers play across his ribs. “Yeah. Sometimes.”
Juno pressed his lips against him, right at the spot he’d been watching, where he’d scratched out first base with his thumb, and Kyle shivered a little. He knew should be over it by now, feeling so nervous every time Juno touched him that way. But he wasn’t. Not even close.
“Like what?” Juno kissed second base, right below his pecks, then blew on his nipples until he exhaled shakily.
A million things flashed in front of his eyes. Paddles and rulers and spatulas. Silly toys that made him feel ashamed, made his breathing stutter and his heart beat faster. That made him wonder if he was doing this right, if he didn’t crave handcuffs and leather, if all he really wanted was to feel safe and protected and punished all at once, exactly like he did right now.
“Nothing whippy,” he whispered. He rubbed at his face like he could rub the blush off somehow. “I don’t want… I just want…”
“Nothing whippy,” Juno agreed, when Kyle couldn’t seem to finish his sentence. “Not for you.” Juno slid his hands underneath him, curling his fingers around his ass and pulling him closer as he kissed the opposite side of his ribcage. Rounding third.
Kyle whimpered, his voice high enough to embarrass him as Juno moved from kissing to sucking his side. So good. So perfect.
“What about a hairbrush?” Juno asked him.
That moan was loud and unexpected. Deep enough to make Juno raise his head up in surprise, his eyes laughing as he flashed his dimples. “That sounds like a yes. Actually, that sounds like a hell yes.”
Shit. His thighs shook just thinking about it. The smooth, heavy weight of a wooden hairbrush on his bare ass. Making him burn and shake and moan with embarrassment. Yeah, he’d thought about that. Thought about how ridiculous it was and shoved it back down. So many times he wondered if Juno could read his mind.
“Bending you over my knee is pretty old fashioned to begin with,” Juno pointed out. “Nothing wrong with that. You think about that?”
He nodded, rubbing his face again. “Yeah. Fuck, don’t you ever get embarrassed talking about this?”
“About what we like in bed? No. I get excited. But, I like watching you get embarrassed.”
“You think it’s weird we don’t ever have normal sex?”
Juno laughed and kissed his stomach again. “What’s normal sex?”
“You know what I mean. Not freaky. Without you smacking my ass first.”
“What’s so freaky about that?”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I. Why would we not do stuff that gets us hot? I mean, that’s kind of the point, right?”
“Yeah, but… “
“But what?”
“But what if I need it? What if I always need it? You think there’s something wrong with me?”
“Of course there’s nothing wrong with you. Why would you say that? You’re allowed to be who you are and like what you like. You don’t have to get anyone’s approval.”
He wondered if that was supposed to be as layered as it sounded. He doubted it was supposed to make him feel worse, but it did.
“Yeah, but, I don’t think… Remember what you said? That we hadn’t fucked yet without you spanking me first? What if I can’t have sex any other way? What if I can’t get off without that? Or about thinking about it?”
He saw confusion flash across Juno’s face, and then something else before he wiped it clean and shrugged. “Fine, okay. What if? Why would it matter? I know what you like. I know how to treat you. That’s why we have these conversations. Just relax. Just let it be okay.”
He sighed, staring up at the ceiling, at the boxes stacked across the room, at the spoon on the nightstand, and then back at Juno, wondering what the point of this was. Why he’d want to start such a stupid conversation during such a nice moment. Why he’d panicked when he brought up the hairbrush. Why he always had the screw things up.