I was pondering Saturday Spankings, not having signed up for it yet, when I thought of this snippet. You see, my moods continue to be very off. Life continues to be a bad soap opera (consider the piece I wrote for Thursday this week, for Dungeon Crawl last week). I'd opened up my "Nanowrimo 2011" story for some comfort from The Queen, Simon, and Tommy. That Nano, I'd written about about my favorite boys in the 3 years after The Queen had collared Simon. This is unedited, although a casual glance tells me at least the spelling is good- I haven't even spell checked this WIP yet :D. I've been calling it "Learning." My poor BR- I teased her about this WIP; she's still trying to find time for book 3 of Vala's Story, while I do last edits with it and get ready for release and book tour (probably in July, I'm thinking.)
This is Simon and Tommy, left at The Queen's townhouse and told they can enjoy each other and his bed. And the guys are 20.
With a slightly cupped palm, he delivered a slap to the fullness of Tommy's ass. That felt good!
Tommy groaned and his lower body swayed in Simon's grasp.
Simon delivered another slap to Tommy's ass. How he revels in the pain. "I like how your cock gets harder with every slap."
"Yes, thank you," Tommy moaned, his hips gyrating in the air.
Simon delivered several rapid, increasingly more brutal slaps.