Save Your Blessings

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March 30, Wednesday

"Shall we begin?"

Yoongi was aroused. Jimin already knew that. He had been able to smell it in Yoongi's scent. The smell permeated the room around him. Jimin closed his eyes and breathed in deeply allowing the scent to fill his sense and addle his brain. Jimin hummed with delight knowing he had this kind of effect on the stoic alpha just like Yoongi's scent had the same effect on him. Yoongi held Jimin's eyes as he watched the change come over Jimin from the combination of their scents. Jimin instinctively leaned forward in his direction without thinking. Yoongi wasn't the only one aroused.

"I will allow you to choose the position you want for your punishment."

Jimin flushed from more than just his rising heat. He looked around the room trying to decide where the best place would be. His insides were fluttering with butterflies, part of it was fear because he knew it was going to be painful but there was another side of him that was actually somewhat excited about that. His eyes were drawn to the massive bed. Surely the mattress would soften the blow a little. Jimin looked at Yoongi with wide eyes and shyly pointed to the bed.

Yoongi just nodded and waited for Jimin to move first. When Jimin stood frozen in place, Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin's lower back and guided him to the bed. "Take off your robe. Then keep your feet planted on the ground and bend over. You can bend at your knees if it is more comfortable that way."

Jimin slowly unfastened the belt on the robe and allowed it to fall on the floor, where Yoongi kicked it out of the way. He bent over boldly until his stomach touched the mattress, turning his head with his arms at his side. He found it hard to breathe. Yoongi took in how rigid Jimin was. He dragged a single finger up the back of Jimin's thigh over his butt cheek and along the middle of Jimin's back. Jimin unconsciously sighed and relaxed with the touch. Flattening out his palm once his hand got to Jimin's neck, Yoongi pressed down softly. "Good. Now raise your hands over your head and relax."

Jimin tingled at the praise and did as Yoongi requested, finding the position much more comfortable. He had no trouble inhaling and exhaling like this. The pressure from the warm hand on his back made him feel safe like he did not have to worry about anything. Jimin allowed his mind to go blank. He whimpered when the warmth was removed.

"Shh, I am still here." Yoongi's deep voice calmed him. "I want you to know that even though this is your punishment, you can still stop it if it gets to be too much for you. If you get to the point where you cannot handle it, or it is hurting too bad, your safe word is the word red. I will not stop if you say the words like no or stop. If I ask you what color, you will answer green if you are fine, yellow if you are at your limit or need a break but can continue, or red if it hurts too much and you need to stop. You must answer with one of these immediately, so I know where your headspace is at. You can scream or cry if you want and say quit, stop or don't. However, I will only stop if you say red. Or if you fail to answer when I ask what color. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Jimin answered clearly.

Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin's butt, moving it around the whole area, gradually increasing the pressure until the skin was rosy and warmed up. He placed the paddle flat and moved it around as well, getting Jimin used to the feeling of it on his skin. This action primes the area for pain by releasing some endorphins in the body. If Yoongi had immediately started with the swats, Jimin could have instinctively gone into fight-or-flight mode, either jerking suddenly or tensing up too much. Both could be harmful to the omega. The warm-up gets the endorphins going and gets the body and brain ready for the first hit.

At first Jimin had tensed up with the first touch, but relaxed as Yoongi moved the paddle around. Yoongi started to tap the paddle on Jimin's butt lightly, not using any kind of strength at all, just slapping it gently against Jimin's skin. Yoongi takes it slow, warming up Jimin's backside and giving him enough time to prepare for the impact of the first blow that will land across his butt. Jimin closes his eyes as the taps on his ass got a little harder. The fur on the paddle felt soft and sometimes even tickles as Yoongi moved it around.