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to rise even higher, confined only by his plaid boxers.
    "This spanking will be on bare skin, pet," Damian continued. He edged the waistband of Nick's boxers down a little, circling the small tattoo now exposed on the boy's hip with a gentle finger. "I wonder if I should have you count each swat? But this is your first spanking, and you might forget, and then I'd have to start from the beginning again. I think we'll wait on that. But I will tell you that I may give you ten swats, just enough to warm up those cute little buns nicely."
    Nick thought he might pass out from anticipation as warm fingers inserted themselves into the elastic waistband of his boxers, sliding around his waist before pulling the boxers down to his knees. He was in an agony of embarrassment at the thought of Damian looking at his dripping cock.
    "That won't last too much longer," Damian said mockingly.
    He pulled Nick over his knees by his arms, tipping him over to arrange him so that his ass was presented high in the air, with the boy's head down by the floor, his feet off the ground, so he could get no leverage to push himself up. He pinned Nick's left arm between their bodies and grabbed his right wrist, twisting it up behind him and holding it at the small of his back.
    Nick squirmed, feeling both humiliated and excited.
    Damian had not touched his cock, but when he guided Nick's body down, he had trapped it between his muscular thighs.
    The rough denim rubbing his cock as Nick pumped his hips slightly was almost enough to push him over the edge.
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    He waited, not knowing quite what to expect, but suddenly feeling quite safe being held tightly in place by the older man.
    "Remember, I'm just spanking you for my pleasure. And I will spank you whenever I like," Damian announced.
    "Yes, sir," came a muffled voice from close to the floor.
    Without any warning, Damian's hand cracked down on his arse, and Nick yelped in surprise.
    "Ow!"
    "Yes, spankings hurt, pet," Damian said calmly, surveying the lovely handprint he'd left on Nick's right cheek.
    His hard hand swatted Nick's left cheek firmly, and he watched as the rounded flesh flattened for a moment, before bouncing back into shape. Damian felt his own cock stir. This was even more exciting than he had fantasized it would be.
    The sight of that incredibly beautiful body squirming over his lap, ass reddened with two symmetrical handprints, made him harder than he'd been when fantasizing about this. He must really remember to thank Nick for this exquisite pleasure.
    His hand came down again, and Nick jumped, feeling his erection begin to fade. He was beginning to think that he really didn't like this nearly as much as he'd thought he would. He jumped as the fourth crisp swat landed.
    "You're looking nicely warm around back," Damian observed. "I think I had better make sure to distribute the heat evenly over your entire seat or you might find it a bit sore to sit down tomorrow."
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    Nick was suddenly terrified that tomorrow his arse would still be flaming hot, as it was already, and everyone would know he had been spanked.
    As if he'd read his mind, Damian said quietly, "Don't worry.
    No marks. No one will know, unless you tell them."
    Why would he ever tell anyone about this, Nick wondered, as he squirmed under the next hard swat. Damian was working his hand all over his bottom, even in the crease at the top of his thighs where it really stung. Nick kicked reflexively as Damian swatted him on a particularly tender spot.
    He hadn't thought he would be able to concentrate on counting, but he had, and when the tenth swat had been administered, he relaxed over Damian's knee, thankful it was over.
    He yelped in shocked disbelief as Damian delivered two harder slaps, one on each cheek.
    Damian laughed. "So you were counting, pet. I'll remember that. I did say it may be ten, remember?"
    Nick relaxed as the hard hand that had punished him began to stroke his heated skin, soothing away the sting. He was aware of the throbbing warmth of his backside starting to flow toward the front, and his cock slowly filled again. Nick couldn't understand why, but now that the spanking was over, suddenly he was getting hard again. He shifted surreptitiously, trying to hide his arousal from Damian.
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    safely off