For:  Chris

09/01/2008 Prompt Words:  Paddle – Sir – Count – Sorry

Chris – Thank you for your comments about my website.  I’m just an amateur at website creation so I’m glad you liked it.

This one will be a stand alone little story rather than a continuation of one of my existing stories.  It’s rather short and only PG rated, but I think I might continue it in another ficlet sometime if I get the right words.  Here you go …

Uh, Oh – Posted 09/02/2008

Well this was new.  Craig wasn’t entirely sure what to think of the paddle that was on the kitchen counter.  Wasn’t a ping pong paddle.  Wasn’t much like anything he’d ever seen before.  Well, outside of the ‘toy’ store anyway.

Uh, oh.

Brandon didn’t think he was going to use that thing on him did he?  Oh man.  He had rather liked it when Brandon spanked him the other night.  That had been unexpected and amazingly hot.  But a paddle?

Damn.  It was bound to hurt more than a hand.  His cock twitched at the thought.  Maybe that would be a good thing.  Damn.

He spun around, paddle still in hand, at the sound of the front door opening.  Brandon saw what he was holding and a rather wicked little smile spread over his face as he closed the door behind him.  “Like it?”

Shit.  “I was just trying to decide.”

“Good enough.  If you really didn’t want to you’d have known it right away.”

“I’m not going to call you ‘Sir’.”

Brandon’s laugh was cocky.  “Would you rather call me ‘Master’.  Maybe I’ll have you count off the spanks for being so sassy.”

Maybe he should just shut the hell up before Brandon made him sorry for agreeing to this.  ‘Cause if the condition of his cock was telling him anything, it was telling him that he was agreeing.

The End (or is it?)