Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

like hearing it," Jack told him and unceremoniously hauled Taylor across his lap. "But no talking from now unless you're asked a direct question. I don't want to be distracted."
    There hadn't been a question in there, so Zach stayed quiet, relishing the position he was in. Taylor settled into place with a few easy shifts of his body, his hands on the floor, his legs spread as much as his situation allowed.
    Jack passed his hand over Taylor's ass, rough, seemingly aimless caresses, sometimes pushing at the tautly muscled cheeks, sometimes cupping or squeezing them. Taylor's breathing was harsh and loud, but it gradually became regular, his head drooping.
    "You've misbehaved," Jack said conversationally. "Put Zach through hell and spoiled any plans I might've had. This is only the first installment of what's coming to you, but it's still going to leave you sad and sorry."
    A shuddering sigh escaped Taylor, but he didn't speak.
    "Going to make your ass match the couch, Tay."
    Jack's hand rose and fell, landing with a crisp smack that jolted Zach enough that he had to put one hand down to save himself from toppling to the side. Fuck. Jack had really gone there. Had spanked Taylor's ass and left it flushed pink.
    Fuck .
    Shock and a fierce, unreasoning envy -- not jealousy -- arrowed through him. This was really happening. Oh God, it really was.
    The first dozen slaps were gentle in comparison to what came next, though at the time, they looked and sounded painful. Once Jack deemed Taylor's ass warmed-up, he really went to town on it, peppering the curved, offered flesh with sharp, hard slaps. It didn't take long for Taylor's breath to lose any rhythm, hissing out between gritted teeth, panted out of an open mouth.
    "Shit, Jack, go easy. It's been a while."
    "Too long."
    Zach couldn't decide which drew his eye more; the reddening ass or Taylor's face. Both were captivating him as much as they were leaving him shaking with nerves and desire.
    That could be him, draped across Jack's lap like a blanket, kicking and squirming, held in place by Jack's free hand, forced to endure whatever Jack wanted to deal out.
    And when it came to Taylor, Jack might not be angry with him as such, but he sure as hell wasn't pleased either. His lips were set in a grim line that didn't soften even when Taylor started to cry, tears trickling down his face to soak Jack's trouser leg or drip onto the carpet. They weren't sniffly, sorry for himself tears. Zach could see how much Taylor hated shedding them, but he'd reached a point where his body needed a way to release the pain and his moans and curses weren't doing the job.
    Zach found himself wondering if Taylor would react like this if the spanking was, well, a fun one. He had a question stored up for every slap Taylor got, seemed like, and no way of knowing if he'd get the chance to ask them.
    Mostly, though, he just watched, flinching in sympathy now and then when Jack belabored the same spot over and over, moaning softly when his dick hardened in response to the sounds filling the room. The slaps rang out, bright stars against a muted background of heavy, ragged breathing and Taylor's frantic, gasped out pleas.
    It had to end soon. Had to. Even from where he knelt, Zach could see the delicate mottling of blue and purple bruises rising through the cloud of red. Taylor was close to his limit now, his words lost, his body no longer writhing, but supine across the ledge of Jack's thighs.
    Abruptly, it stopped. The noise, the movement of Jack's hand, the spanking stopped.
    Taylor's dazed, whimpered sobs continued, but under the soothing stroke of Jack's hand along Taylor's back, they subsided until he eventually had himself under control. His face was scarlet, wet with tears and snot. It wasn't clean and tidy like the porn Zach had watched online, but it was real and it had left him hollow, scooped out, waiting to be filled. He knelt, ignoring the pain in his shoulders -- no, welcoming it -- and waited for what came next.
    Jack pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped up Taylor's face without comment, holding it so that Taylor could blow his nose.
    "Okay," Jack said, dropping the handkerchief on the floor. "Okay, Tay. We're done. You did good."
    Taylor sighed, but made no attempt to move. Zach wasn't sure Taylor was capable of it right then. His hands were clutching Jack's trousers, his eyes closed.
    "Zach."
    Startled out of his reverie, Zach jerked his head up.
    "Come here."
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