this won't hurt at all

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steven took a few careful steps around the end of the bed, clenching a long wooden paddle in one leather gloved hand as he took a long toke of his cigarette with the other, admiring his work. robert laid at the center of the end of the bed, naked on his front with his forearms and ankles bound in intricate knots of soft red rope. his chest was supported with a carefully placed pillow and his perfect pert arse was propped up with his knees. his fingers twined anxiously and his legs twitched as he breathed, lying in wait of what steve was about to do to him. a tape which droned on softly in the background was the only real noise in the room. steven breathed, his cock twitching in anticipation within the confines of his pants.

'are you comfortable petal?' he said, licking his lips at the sight of his lover so beautifully trussed up all for him. he took a quick step back to tap his ash in the ashtray on the dressing table, his eyes never once parting from the sumptuous sight.

'yes' he said delicately, very politely, 'i am' as though he was almost making an effort to impress steven, who took a final long drag of his fag before roughly stubbing it out. the nicotine buzz coursed through his body, making him feel fuzzy and light as his heartbeat rang in his ears. he pressed gently on his sore erection, readjusting it, then outstretched his paddle to trace it up the back of roberts thigh, who shivered at the sensation.

'shh...' steve purred comfortingly, pressing the tip of the paddle into his pudgy flesh before letting it fall back down to his side 'it's alright, you remember your safeword, don't you?'

'mhm' came roberts meek response, he cleared his throat and paused a second to gather his courage before adding in a frenzied stutter 'please just do something steve- i'm ready now you know that, i know i'm able for it! will you please just-' and as robert babbled away in mindless desperation, steven raised his hand and swiftly swept the paddle towards roberts waiting ass, landing upon it with a strong smack which loudly echoed throughout the room.

'ohhh!' robert whined, burrowing his head in the pillow to silence his moans.

'is that what you wanted love?' he asked with a sarcastic tone, and robert nodded frantically into the pillow. 'mmh, more!' he panted, wriggling his hips as much as he possibly could considering his limited mobility 'more please steve!'

a small smile crept across stevens face as he watched a faint red splotch rise across roberts plump cheeks, he then readied his paddle once more and gave robert another solid whack, he whined, another again even harder, and he gasped. his flushing rear end shaking slightly with each hit of the heavy paddle.

'much better than that riding crop eh? much stronger...' steven teased, beaming to himself when robert replied with a weak 'yes, oh god' through his thick panting. 'and you like that robert?' a question which he punctuated with another hit.

'fucking love it steve' he moaned, thighs trembling with arousal, and in a sudden burst of adoration steven dropped to his knees, drew roberts hips towards his face and planted a wet, open mouthed kiss upon the growing bruise he had left behind. as his mouth continued to move in feathery motions over the sensitive skin he stroked his free hand over the younger man's side, rubbing small comforting circles on the side of his thigh.

'how many-' he paused, momentarily losing his train of thought as he was overwhelmed with passion, 'how many more spanks would you like my darling?" he grazed his lips over to the cleft of roberts ass, then traced his tongue through the gap to teasingly dart his tongue over his entrance.

'oh! maybe.. ten?' robert croaked uncertainly.

'ten!' steven exclaimed in response with an exaggerated gasp against the flesh, intending to make robert doubt his choice and worry whether he had chosen too many or too few. 'well, that's all well and good... you'll just have to count them for me'

he eased himself back up to stand with a quiet grunt, slightly breathless, and registered a small nod of obedience from robert.

'ready?' he asked as he steadied the paddle in his hand, wielding its full weight and swinging his arm back, anticipating his direction to go ahead, almost shaking with excitement. he longed to wreck the perfect porcelain skin of roberts expansive backside— thighs, hips, arse, every last speck of skin which he had come to know so well, which his hands had wandered countless times, which they'd groped, smacked, pinched, scratched, licked, bit, kissed. it was perfect, too perfect, if steven was a religious man he might even believe robert was an incubus personally sent to wreak him.but even if it were so, he wouldn't complain. if robert was to be his downfall, his destroyer, then so be it.

'yes-' and before roberts voice could fade out once more, steve had already begun a long steady swing of his arm to give robert his next spank.

'ohh! oh, one..' he whined, almost wheezing, but before long stevens paddle had already retracted and landed again with another resounding smack. he groaned, clenching his upper body for a moment before letting out a quiet 'two'

'deep breaths pet' he cooed, wielding his instrument again and letting it crash down once more, even more forcefully than the last. robert threw his head back and let out a resounding yowl, his shoulder blades desperately shifting.

'three, that's three' he sputtered.

'that's right' steven replied curtly before delivering another hit, much to roberts chagrin. this time landing lower down the back of his thighs.

'four' and a moment later he groaned again, lopping his head forward into the bedsheets with a resigned, muffled 'five'

'you're halfway there love, how do you feel?' steve said, taking a moment to swap hands and alleviate some pressure on his wrist, twisting it and cracking his knuckles.

'sore' he breathed, then with a giggle added 'horny and sore, i'm sure there'll be a wet spot on the sheets'

'god you really are filthy aren't you?' steve scoffed playfully, flexing his fingers one last time before regaining his grip on the hefty paddle to give robert a well timed sixth spank, then an even harder seventh, and a more merciful eighth; each hit prompting an even more glorious, whorish moan which transformed into a dutiful count. steven squared his feet, preparing to savor his final swings as he studied the damage he had delivered. the main space which he had been hitting gleamed a bright, sore red and splotches of pink blossomed down over his thighs. the bruising would get worse, yes, he would be terribly sore later. he'd probably be shuffling around tomorrow to hide his limp, wincing each time he sat or stood. he would bring him some ice afterwards, steve thought, once they were done he would lie robert on his front and ice his ass for him. he sighed at the thought of a lazy, fucked out robert lounging across his bed— no, their bed— grumbling sweetly about his soreness with his hands folded under his cheek, his big blue eyes looking up at steven in adoration. he would rest roberts head after in his lap, and surely they'd talk dirty for the rest of the night until it came to a close with round two or a peaceful rest before they had to meet siouxsie and budgie at the studio the next afternoon.

'steve? cmon, i'm waiting here' robert purred, breaking his lover from his trance.

'patience, love...' he replied, delivering a cruelly hard ninth spank, almost losing his balance.

'mh! nine!' he mewled, then squared his body up to prepare for the final spank.

'... it's a virtue after all' and finally his arm came down one last time.

'ten- oh...'