COMPLETED | Take Me Down The Rabbit Hole (BDSM | 18+)

VII

The door opened and Spencer poked his head in, immediately blushing at the sight of Aspen and Alan in bed together.
"There you are," he said, trying to sound careless.
"Pet," Alan replied. "How was your go see?"
Immediately, Spencer's face darkened, and he shrugged. "They decided to move on with someone else."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Aspen mumbled, pushing his hair from his face.
Spencer just shrugged again, but when Aspen faced Alan again, the other man in the bed didn't look the least bit satisfied.
"Come inside, close the door, and strip, Pet," he said firmly, wrapping his arm around Aspen tighter to stop him from getting up. "We're not done here yet," he whispered, prompting Aspen to lay back down.
Spencer, in the meantime, had stripped and was now standing in the doorway with an awkward expression.
"Boxers, too, Pet," Alan repeated in the same tone that he had used on Aspen earlier, and Spencer gave an embarrassing whine before he shed the last piece of fabric.
"That's a good boy," Alan praised before he used his unoccupied hand to lift the blanket. "Come under here."
Spencer hesitated for a split second, but he crossed the room, rounded the bed, and climbed in on the side that was empty, immediately snuggling up against Alan. "Thank you," he mumbled, and Alan kissed his head.
"Are you upset?" he asked Spencer, who only nodded.
"Do you need me to send Aspen out?"
This time, Spencer shook his head. In response, Alan ran his hand through Spencer's hair and turned to Aspen.
"I'm about to spank him so he can cry it out. You may stay and watch if you like; I think it might make a good learning experience."
"Alright," Aspen said softly, and Alan gave Spencer a little nudge.
"Go and get the paddle and your plug for me," he said, and Spencer whined before he climbed back out of the bed and went over to a set of drawers.
Alan followed him out of the bed, only to saunter over to where Aspen had left his clothes and proceeded to throw his shirt at him.
Aspen sat up in the bed and slipped his shirt on.
"Oh no," Alan said with a chuckle. "No, no. Get out of there," he demanded, waging his finger at Aspen.
Promptly, Aspen threw the cover back. "Sorry, Master."
"That's better. Now, kneel over here, and stay," Alan continued, pointing at a spot on the floor. Aspen forced himself to take a deep breath, but he went and kneeled anyway, only to be rewarded with a soft pat on the head. "What do you say, Aspen?"
"I won't move, Master."
Alan nodded, and then he went to a corner and picked up a chair, setting it on the floor so that Aspen had a good view of what was about to go down. Alan sat.
"Come over here, Spencer."
Aspen watched, almost mesmerized, as Spencer kneeled in front of the chair and presented the things Alan had told him to fetch by holding them out over his head.
"Do you know why I'm spanking you?" Alan asked, taking the items and placing them on the floor next to the chair.
"Yes, Sir. Because I'm letting myself be overwhelmed by negative feelings," Spencer mumbled and then got up.
Alan tugged his Sub over his lap with one hand, and as soon as Spencer was settled, the other hand began rubbing circles on Spencer's but for a minute or two before it whipped down.
"Count, Pet."
Spencer was already hiccupping with one spank, and he drew in a sharp breath. "One, Sir."
"I'm gonna do a couple more and then I'm switching to the paddle, yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
Alan continued his merciless onslaught on Spencer's ass for a moment before he picked up the paddle.
"Safeword me, Pet."
"Green, Sir."
"Good boy," Alan mumbled, momentarily diverting from the task at hand to run his fingers through Spencer's hair. "How many do you want? Twenty to start?"
"Please, Sir," Spencer mumbled in return.
Alan hummed, and then he changed his grip on the implement and aimed it where he had spanked Spencer with his hand before. "You miss a count, I'm adding five more, you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Spencer answered again, but his voice sounded breathy.
The paddle cracked down on Spencer's ass, and even though Aspen was in no way in any danger of feeling it on his ass any time soon, it was he who flinched - and Alan noticed while he seemingly absentminded ruffled through Spencer's hair again. He glanced at Aspen with a knowing look, only to clear his throat. "Pet?"
"Sorry, Sir," Spencer mewled. "One."
Aspen shifted on the floor, trying not to let the fact that Alan saw him flinch go to his head. He was here to learn, not to get a hard-on.
Or was that what Alan had noticed? Aspen glanced at his crotch from under his lashes and found he had, in fact, gotten hard.
Fuck.
The sound of the paddle striking skin echoed through the room again and this time, Spencer whimpered louder before immediately following it up with a whispered number, and then, he heard Alan whisper something back before the noise of the paddle turned into a steady rhythm.
Eventually, it stopped, and what filled the room instead was Spencer sobbing quietly into Alan's chest.
"Aspen," Alan called out. "There are tissues in the bedside table. Be a good sub and fetch some for me, will you?"
Aspen immediately rose to his feet and turned around to walk back towards the bed. Now Alan would definitely notice - if he hadn't before, that is.
He opened the drawer and grabbed the box of tissues before dutifully holding it out to Alan, who plucked one out and began wiping away at Spencer's tears. "Thank you. Put that down and get back into your position."
Aspen took a deep breath, which Alan only acknowledged with a raised brow, before he mumbled a "Yes, Master," set the box on the floor and dropped to his knees on the spot he had spent the past 15 minutes on, dreading the fact that Alan would probably come to speak of his problem.