{ #1 } I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars (MxMxM || 18+)

Chapter 18 - My Home Is Your Home

(Mark's POV - Thur. 18 September 2014)

Now that Shannon is doing his homework in the guestroom, I can go and get the playroom ready a short scene!

Disciplining him can be so difficult sometimes! He has gotten to like some of the punishments, especially the spanking, and this is a problem because a sanction is not supposed to be pleasurable, otherwise there's no point to the entire discipline concept. A Sub must feel uncomfortable to a certain extent while he is being punished, without going beyond his limits, and it looks like the slight humiliation of being sprawled over my lap, butt naked, and spanked arouses Shannon a little too much if his erections are any indication. He also seems to have a high tolerance to pain, so that's why I added more strength to the smacks tonight, and I think it worked better. At least, his little soldier had gone limp by the end of the spanking.

Corner time was a nice prelude to his punishment. This sanction is for brats who don't behave like the young and responsible adults they should be. It is perfect for the Sub who misbehaved and who needs time to reflect on his wrongdoings, so this was quite appropriate here too because I wanted him to ponder on the consequences of his acts.

My love for Shannon has exponentially exploded over the past few weeks, to a point that his safety and well-being have become obsessional with me. I have never cared for anyone else like I do for him. I worry sick when I'm not around him or don't know where he is, and it might sound overprotective, but I can't help it. So when I couldn't reach him after half past five earlier tonight, whereas he should have been home, I thought I was going to go nuts.

I was in the middle of experimenting a complex recipe in a corner of the kitchen at Le Marais, but I couldn't care less. I left everything in the lurch to hurry back home, and finding the apartment empty only aggravated my worry. My fear to lose him is irrational and can't be explained. To be honest, I feel bad for having made fun of Josh quite a few times about his excessive protection toward Liam, but somehow, I understand him better now. Love can drive you crazy – though I wouldn't go as far as implementing a tracker in his collar... At least I don't think so.

Anyway, when I found out that the little brat had gone to a coffee shop with his best friend whereas he was supposed to do his homework at home, I thought I was about to lose it. It took all my self-control not to go berserk on him, but I made it and more or less contained my anger. For one, I'm not a particularly strict Dominant, and then, Shannon has only been in the lifestyle for so long, so he needs to learn, and I think I still taught him a good lesson tonight. Once he's done with his work, he will apologize, and I will forgive him of course.

I think he wasn't too happy with my decision to make him do his homework in the guestroom, and I almost yielded to his pleas to stay in the living room while I'd be watching TV, but I was firm and didn't give in. One, this was part of his discipline, as I clearly stated the conditions to him. I rarely come back on my decisions, and the very few times it happened, the Subs in question had very valid arguments to offer once they had respectfully requested for my permission to speak. Two, I truly needed a little moment on my own to relax after this tense evening. Three, when he works, I want him to entirely focus on his lessons, without any form of distraction.

And last but not least, once I have showered, I will prepare the playroom for some nice makeup sex afterwards. I'm going to attach his favorite leather-padded restraints to each corner of the four-poster bed and dispose all the accessories I need on the nightstand: lube, a cock ring and a vibrator. Nothing complicated because it's going to be late already, but enough to edge him and reward him with a powerful orgasm. I can't wait to bury myself deep inside of him, fuck him senseless and finally hug him tightly as we both drift to sleep.

I am so fucking horny that I have to pour a bit of cold water on my rod to dampen its excitement before I step out of the shower. Just as I am about to grab a towel from the rack, I clearly hear a loud bang that I recognize as the entrance door being slammed shut.