1. Once a Nerd Ch. 12


    Date: 12/2/2023, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byhardwoodstudios 

    ... need for the color system, and I understand why he wants to be sure I'll remember them. But, revisiting that 'naughty kid' analogy, this is making me feel like a preschooler banished to a corner—repeating the class' code of conduct. I don't understand what he thinks I'll get out of this, but he swore up and down I'd come out the other side enlightened. Through a tight jaw, I jarringly recite the system back to him:

"Green, fine. Yellow, too hard. Red, break."

"Good job, baby. Ready?"

"No, this is fucking stu—"

crack!

Tension shocks through me. The rest of that rebuke tangles up in my throat, and I audibly choke on it. He—he did it. He hit—no, hespanked me. Directly in the center of my right cheek, blood rises to the surface. It's hot, stinging. Tears spring to my eyes reflexively. Dean's slapped my ass more times than I can remember, but that was...a targeted, measured strike. It's not the hardest he's hit me, but I'll be damned if it didn't sound like lightning licking the ground. My nerves are humming, though it's more to do with mortification blooming ugly in my chest.

"Color."

It didn't hurt, necessarily. It was just...shocking. "...gre—een! Shit!"

crack!

Before I can get it out, he lands an identical blow on the opposite cheek. Because he'd used the same amount of strength, he doesn't ask for a color. It's up to me to blurt one out if I'm feeling overwhelmed. It's the second strike that dawns a horrific epiphany on me. It isn't all about how ...
    ... hard he'll hit, but the vulnerability of this position. The slight sensory deprivation. I can'tsee when or where it's coming, and I can't do anything but anticipate. He confirms this by letting several, deliberate seconds pass. Those few seconds are enough to ignite a powerful hypersensitivity in me, spurned by anxiety. When his hand comes down a third time, rocking off the fleshy underside of my ass, it's— "Mmph!"

Myentire body lights up like the fucking Griswold's house. It was only marginally harder, but my ass feels seared on a flattop where he struck. It went...straight to my dick, what the fucking shit—

crack! crack!

"Hah! God—nngh!"

Just as hard, two consecutive blows. I can feel my back trying to bow against the brace of his arm, and my muscles ache from a tension I can't bleed out. Dean's just as tense. His quad is hard and fluttering where it's pressing into my belly, and his abdominals clench ever so often. It's...painful, but not unbearable. He's being careful not to hit on the same spot over and over, rotating around the four quadrants of the cheek. I nearly jump out of my skin as two more strikes come, dead center. Thus far, it's the most strength he's used, and electricity crackles up my spine.

"Hngh! Dean, shit—!"

Without my asking for it, he initiates a short break—stroking and massaging the flesh he'd just tenderized. He exhales raggedly, and his cock feels like a piece of rebar digging into my hip.

"It's so...red already, I've barely ...
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