Saturday Night, Live
This is a little something extra featuring Jeff from Alphabet Soup. It's a little... hot, so consider yourself warned:)
"I want you to beat my ass."
"What the fuck?" Those words were as close as Jeff ever got to speechless, and he felt that he needed them now. He stared at the kid standing on his doorstep, looking a little nervous and a lot stubborn.
"I want you to beat my ass," the boy repeated.
"I heard you just fine first time around, kid."
"Then will you?"
"Will I what?" Jeff stared. A minute ago, he had been watching television and having a nice and quiet Saturday night. Now it was starting to seem like the beginning of a porn movie.
"Beat my ass! I saw you with that other guy; I know you're into this. And I want to try it." Yeah, the boy was a lot more stubborn than nervous.
Jeff blinked. "And so you decided that I would be a good choice for your first time? Are you out of your fucking mind?" He was still too astonished to really shout, but give him a little more time and he would get there.
"I saw you!"
"I don't care what the fuck you saw. Go away."
The kid didn't show any sign of leaving, so Jeff decided to simply close the door in his face.
Or rather, he tried. There was a pristine white sneaker in the way.
Jeff stared at it. Then he flung the door back open. "Listen, I'm not a pedophile."
The kid frowned. "Well, good, because that's just disgu…" Then he stopped, abruptly, before he exploded. "I'm not a child! I'm eighteen; I'm leaving for college in three weeks, you idiot!"
Wow. The kid could shout. Maybe he really wasn't jailbait, even though he looked younger than any of the kids working construction for Jeff during their holidays.
Who were all at least twenty-one, Jeff remembered. He didn't want them any younger; he made the older ones cry often enough as it was.
The kid on the porch didn't look about to cry. As a matter of fact, he looked about to throw a hissy fit, and Jeff's neighbors were pulling into their driveway.
"Shut up and get in." He pulled the kid inside, making the anger on the guy's face turn into surprise. He liked his neighbors; Bill and Kate always greeted him politely. Even after that time when he had forgot to close the window, letting them hear every detail of a very memorable night with a kinky little sub from Slake, Bill only grinned at him when they met at the mailbox next morning. A neighbor like that was worth a lot.
"So, does that mean you'll do it?"
Jeff sighed, reached out for the remote and turned off the sound on the television. Then he turned to the gangly teenager, looking him over. He guessed that the boy would be hot if you were into the really young and really preppy-looking. Which Jeff wasn't.
"Just tell me one reason why I should do this?"
"Because you like it! I mean, it looked like you did…" The kid suddenly looked insecure despite of his expensive-looking clothes and perfectly groomed hair.
"Have you been spying on me?" Jeff narrowed his eyes.
For the first time, the kid looked more nervous than stubborn.
"I didn't really mean to, but I dropped my keys outside and when I looked up I could see you through a gap in your curtains and you had this guy over your lap…" His voice faded.
That was just bullshit. Jeff never did anything like that in his living room. Except for that one time with Sammy, he never…
Ah. The kid had seen him with Sammy. Jesus, what a mess. Jeff crossed his arms over his chest.
"And now you want a spanking?"
The kid nodded, his chin set. "Yes. It looked hot."
"You do know that this is about as wrong as it can be, right?"
"Why? The guy on your lap looked as if he liked it, too. There can't be anything wrong with that if you both like it."
Jeff stared at the kid. Then he took a deep breath to keep himself from shouting. He hated having his own arguments used against him. Especially from someone who hadn't even heard Jeff make that argument in the first place.
"Listen, kid…"
"My name is Jase. Don't call me kid."
Jeff glowered. "What I'm trying to tell you, kid, is that this isn't how it's done. You don't go around ordering people to give you a spanking. That's what it's called, by the way; I don't beat anybody." That difference was very, very important to him; it wasn't even a month since he had carried Andy to his car after Andy had been beaten almost unconscious by someone claiming to be a Dom.
"Then teach me how it's done. How hard can it be?" Jase didn't seem even a little chastened.
Jeff groaned out loud. "You're just not giving up, are you?"
"No. You can just as well do it."
Against his will, Jeff chuckled. The boy had guts, he had to admit that.
"Before I even talk to you, I want to see some ID." If the kid was old enough to make his own decisions, fine. If he wasn't, then Jeff was going to throw him out of here faster than you could say "jailbait."
"I already told you I'm eighteen!"
"Don't fucking care. Show me some ID."
The kid mumbled something, but he got out his wallet. Jeff snatched it before he could do anything.
"Hey!"
Jeff didn't even bother answering. He wasn't about to get fooled by a fake ID while the boy hid his real papers somewhere else.
He found the driver's license, and if it was a fake, it was the best one Jeff had seen yet. He still rummaged through the rest of the wallet looking for something out of order. He didn't find anything, and reluctantly, he threw the wallet back to the kid.
"So, you believe me now?"
Cocky. That was the word for the kid's attitude. It was about time that changed.
"I believe you're fucking desperate for a spanking." It was also time to show the kid who was in charge here.
"I… What the…" The kid spluttered. His cheeks looked a little hot.
"Desperate enough to come here and beg for me to pull down your pants and smack that innocent little ass of yours."
"I didn't beg!"
Jeff bared his teeth in a grin. "No, but you will. You can start right about now."
"What? No! That other guy didn't do that!"
To be honest, Jeff liked that Jase wasn't into the whole submission thing. He'd always figured that it was too much trouble. But this was an excellent chance to ruffle the kid's feathers a bit.
"Sammy crawled on his knees through the entire living room before he sucked my cock. And he wasn't allowed to touch himself while he did it. He was dripping and shaking with need when I finally spanked him. I can't believe you couldn't hear him beg all the way into the street." Granted, Jeff normally played more straightforward games, but that night had been mind-blowingly hot – mainly because Sammy had been so into the whole thing.
For the first time that evening, the kid looked as if he was in over his head. Good.
Jeff inched closer, staring the kid down. "So now the question is: Are you ready to do as I fucking say instead of pulling all that bullshit?"
"Will you spank me?" The boy licked his lips nervously. Jeff started getting into the idea.
"Yes. You have two safewords. Say 'red' and everything stops; say 'yellow' and you get a break and a chance to tell me what's wrong. I won't play with you unless you agree to use them."
The kid frowned. "I don't want to be played with."
Jeff did a double take. After all this, the boy was changing his mind? Then it dawned on him.
"Christ, kid. That's what it's called, when I give someone a spanking and order them around. You would know that if you had done this the normal way."
"There's right ways and wrong ways to be kinky?" The kid sounded crestfallen.
Jeff gaped at him. Then he made an effort and pulled himself together. "No! But you normally go to a club or something like that. Being that bossy there would have gotten you into a world of trouble, by the way," he added sourly.
Jase cocked his head. "You mean it would have gotten me a spanking?" His voice was challenging.
Jeff got very, very still. "Do you understand your safewords?" He kept his voice low, the growl so very close to the surface.
Jase met his eyes, never backing down. "Yes."
"Good." He crossed the last few feet to the boy and grabbed the front of his shirt and the back of his belt.
"Hey!"
Jeff just dragged the kid over to a chair and tried to pull him down on Jeff's lap. The kid struggled too much, and Jeff grabbed his shirt and got in close.
"Do you remember your safewords?"
"Yes! But Jesus, give me a chance to…" Jase pulled his shirt down, looking flushed and disheveled. In Jeff's opinion, it was a far better look on him than the bossy prep boy thing he had had going earlier.
"Oh, sure. Take your time."
Jeff sat down and leaned back, watching his prey. Because that was what Jase was going to be in a few moments; the kid just didn't know it yet.
Jeff noticed the exact moment when Jase realized that he had chosen the hard way of doing this. Being shoved around a little was far easier than undressing in front of a Dom and lying down to be spanked.
Yeah. There was nothing as sweet as a blushing innocent boy. Well, an innocent boy about to become less than innocent.
"I'm waiting." He was, and enjoying every moment of it.
"Okay, okay!" The kid undid a button and pulled the polo shirt over his head. Jeff hadn't ordered him to do that, but it was a nice bonus; his body was pale and slender. Then he hesitated as he came to his pants.
"Belt first." Jeff decided to help him out a bit; bossy or not, it was his first time. Jeff could feel himself hardening at the thought.
Jase did as he was told, hands a little clumsy.
"Now lose the pants."
The boy tried, you had to give him that. But his fingers seemed unable to move after he had undone the first button, and he looked at Jeff, a whole new vulnerability in his eyes.
Jeff stood up. He stepped close to the kid, and without saying a word, he undid the buttons and pulled the trousers and underwear down to the kid's knees.
He looked back into Jase's eyes. "Still wanna do it?"
The kid swallowed. Then he nodded.
"Good," Jeff said. Then he took a firm grip on the boy's neck and guided Jase down on his lap, never giving the kid a chance to get away.
"I don't know… I…"
Jeff didn't answer, just pulled the trousers and boxers off all the way. He slid his hands over the kid's back, the skin soft and warm. Then he let the first slap fall.
"Ah!" The kid reared up. "Ow! That stings."
"It's a spanking, boy; it's supposed to sting."
The boy grumbled something and came back down.
Jeff let another slap fall, and Jase grunted. Jeff rubbed the boy's ass and hit him again.
"Uh! Ah…" Another slap, and another, Jase bucking slightly every time Jeff's hand hit him.
He set up a rhythm, enjoying the way Jase was squirming under his hands, the way the skin reddened from the slaps. His slaps. The rush was slower than usual, Jeff's attention on adjusting the pain to a virgin's sensitivity, on making this good for his sub. But it was there, growing from slow and warm toward hot and urgent.
"Oh, fuck! Ah, it hurts."
Jeff noticed the faint trembling in the boy's body and slowed down a bit, rubbing those glowing cheeks until the trembling subsided and Jase started rubbing slightly against him. Jeff adjusted the body on his lap a bit. Oh, yeah, the boy was getting hard.
"You like that, don’t you, boy?" His voice was way more growly than he had meant it to be; the boy was getting to him.
"Fuck you."
Jeff slapped him, hard.
"Ahh! Ow, fuck!" But Jase didn't do anything to get away, and Jeff smacked him again, lighter this time.
The soft slap made Jase moan, and Jeff did it again. Instead of tensing up, the boy began grinding against his leg. In the beginning, it was a subtle movement, but when Jeff kept up the steady smacks, Jase was humping his leg shamelessly after a while.
"You can't come yet." Jeff sincerely hoped that the growl came across as badass Dom and not as "I'm so close to coming in my pants just from spanking a boy."
That was the wrong thing to think, because Jeff realized that he really was this close to coming. Luckily, the boy didn't seem to be much better off.
"Please! Please, I need to come, please…"
The pleading went straight to Jeff's cock, and after one last slap that made Jase cry out, Jeff pulled the boy up until he was straddling Jeff.
Jeff frantically tore at his pants, miraculously managing to get them open without getting anything important stuck in the zipper. Then he finally had his hands on his cock. It was slick with precome, and he took a hard grip on the boy's ass and pulled him close.
"Ah!" Jase hissed and tried to pull away from Jeff's hand. That pushed his hard dick up against Jeff's.
"Yeah, boy. Make me come." Jeff took a hard grip around their cocks, using his own precome and the boy's sweat to make it slick and slippery. God, it was good.
"I… Please, yeah, like that…" The boy bit his lip, eyes closed in pleasure. Then Jeff squeezed his ass hard, and the boy cried out and came, his body convulsing and the come squirting out of his dick and covering his chest.
The sight was enough to make Jeff roar and come as well, bucking under the boy's slender body and thrusting them even closer together. Shit, that was good. He shuddered as the last come pumped out of him.
The boy was collapsed on him, gasping for air. Jeff let go of their cocks and put his arms around him, rubbing the boy's back. Jase's breathing was labored, and Jeff remembered that slightly panicked state where your body didn't know whether it should cry or laugh, the adrenaline making you so high that everything got confused.
"Shh, kid, you're okay." He hugged the boy close, and gradually, the body in his arms relaxed.
Jase was hiding his head in the crook of Jeff's shoulder and didn't make any attempt of getting up. Jeff let him be for a while, and then shook him a little.
"Okay, kid?"
"m'not a kid." Jase pulled back, a bit reluctantly, it seemed.
"Maybe not." The boy had taken his first spanking like a trooper, after all. "But you do stink."
"Fuck you." Jase's tone of voice was almost polite, though, and Jeff just pushed him off Jeff's lap and went into the bathroom.
Jase followed, and Jeff tossed a washcloth at him. Then they cleaned up in companionable silence.
When the kid had gotten dressed, he hovered by the door, looking uncertain.
"What?" Jeff picked up the remote.
"Yeah, I mean… Thanks. I mean, for the… spanking."
Jeff waved with one hand. "No big deal. Have fun at college."
"Yeah. Thanks."
Jeff turned to look straight at him. "And don't ever play without safewords, you hear me?"
Jase looked a little startled at the sudden vehemence in Jeff's voice.
"Uh, yeah, okay. I won't."
"Good. Now get lost."
Jeff sat down on the couch. He heard the door click shut behind him and pushed the mute button.
The show wasn't even over yet.
"I want you to beat my ass."
"What the fuck?" Those words were as close as Jeff ever got to speechless, and he felt that he needed them now. He stared at the kid standing on his doorstep, looking a little nervous and a lot stubborn.
"I want you to beat my ass," the boy repeated.
"I heard you just fine first time around, kid."
"Then will you?"
"Will I what?" Jeff stared. A minute ago, he had been watching television and having a nice and quiet Saturday night. Now it was starting to seem like the beginning of a porn movie.
"Beat my ass! I saw you with that other guy; I know you're into this. And I want to try it." Yeah, the boy was a lot more stubborn than nervous.
Jeff blinked. "And so you decided that I would be a good choice for your first time? Are you out of your fucking mind?" He was still too astonished to really shout, but give him a little more time and he would get there.
"I saw you!"
"I don't care what the fuck you saw. Go away."
The kid didn't show any sign of leaving, so Jeff decided to simply close the door in his face.
Or rather, he tried. There was a pristine white sneaker in the way.
Jeff stared at it. Then he flung the door back open. "Listen, I'm not a pedophile."
The kid frowned. "Well, good, because that's just disgu…" Then he stopped, abruptly, before he exploded. "I'm not a child! I'm eighteen; I'm leaving for college in three weeks, you idiot!"
Wow. The kid could shout. Maybe he really wasn't jailbait, even though he looked younger than any of the kids working construction for Jeff during their holidays.
Who were all at least twenty-one, Jeff remembered. He didn't want them any younger; he made the older ones cry often enough as it was.
The kid on the porch didn't look about to cry. As a matter of fact, he looked about to throw a hissy fit, and Jeff's neighbors were pulling into their driveway.
"Shut up and get in." He pulled the kid inside, making the anger on the guy's face turn into surprise. He liked his neighbors; Bill and Kate always greeted him politely. Even after that time when he had forgot to close the window, letting them hear every detail of a very memorable night with a kinky little sub from Slake, Bill only grinned at him when they met at the mailbox next morning. A neighbor like that was worth a lot.
"So, does that mean you'll do it?"
Jeff sighed, reached out for the remote and turned off the sound on the television. Then he turned to the gangly teenager, looking him over. He guessed that the boy would be hot if you were into the really young and really preppy-looking. Which Jeff wasn't.
"Just tell me one reason why I should do this?"
"Because you like it! I mean, it looked like you did…" The kid suddenly looked insecure despite of his expensive-looking clothes and perfectly groomed hair.
"Have you been spying on me?" Jeff narrowed his eyes.
For the first time, the kid looked more nervous than stubborn.
"I didn't really mean to, but I dropped my keys outside and when I looked up I could see you through a gap in your curtains and you had this guy over your lap…" His voice faded.
That was just bullshit. Jeff never did anything like that in his living room. Except for that one time with Sammy, he never…
Ah. The kid had seen him with Sammy. Jesus, what a mess. Jeff crossed his arms over his chest.
"And now you want a spanking?"
The kid nodded, his chin set. "Yes. It looked hot."
"You do know that this is about as wrong as it can be, right?"
"Why? The guy on your lap looked as if he liked it, too. There can't be anything wrong with that if you both like it."
Jeff stared at the kid. Then he took a deep breath to keep himself from shouting. He hated having his own arguments used against him. Especially from someone who hadn't even heard Jeff make that argument in the first place.
"Listen, kid…"
"My name is Jase. Don't call me kid."
Jeff glowered. "What I'm trying to tell you, kid, is that this isn't how it's done. You don't go around ordering people to give you a spanking. That's what it's called, by the way; I don't beat anybody." That difference was very, very important to him; it wasn't even a month since he had carried Andy to his car after Andy had been beaten almost unconscious by someone claiming to be a Dom.
"Then teach me how it's done. How hard can it be?" Jase didn't seem even a little chastened.
Jeff groaned out loud. "You're just not giving up, are you?"
"No. You can just as well do it."
Against his will, Jeff chuckled. The boy had guts, he had to admit that.
"Before I even talk to you, I want to see some ID." If the kid was old enough to make his own decisions, fine. If he wasn't, then Jeff was going to throw him out of here faster than you could say "jailbait."
"I already told you I'm eighteen!"
"Don't fucking care. Show me some ID."
The kid mumbled something, but he got out his wallet. Jeff snatched it before he could do anything.
"Hey!"
Jeff didn't even bother answering. He wasn't about to get fooled by a fake ID while the boy hid his real papers somewhere else.
He found the driver's license, and if it was a fake, it was the best one Jeff had seen yet. He still rummaged through the rest of the wallet looking for something out of order. He didn't find anything, and reluctantly, he threw the wallet back to the kid.
"So, you believe me now?"
Cocky. That was the word for the kid's attitude. It was about time that changed.
"I believe you're fucking desperate for a spanking." It was also time to show the kid who was in charge here.
"I… What the…" The kid spluttered. His cheeks looked a little hot.
"Desperate enough to come here and beg for me to pull down your pants and smack that innocent little ass of yours."
"I didn't beg!"
Jeff bared his teeth in a grin. "No, but you will. You can start right about now."
"What? No! That other guy didn't do that!"
To be honest, Jeff liked that Jase wasn't into the whole submission thing. He'd always figured that it was too much trouble. But this was an excellent chance to ruffle the kid's feathers a bit.
"Sammy crawled on his knees through the entire living room before he sucked my cock. And he wasn't allowed to touch himself while he did it. He was dripping and shaking with need when I finally spanked him. I can't believe you couldn't hear him beg all the way into the street." Granted, Jeff normally played more straightforward games, but that night had been mind-blowingly hot – mainly because Sammy had been so into the whole thing.
For the first time that evening, the kid looked as if he was in over his head. Good.
Jeff inched closer, staring the kid down. "So now the question is: Are you ready to do as I fucking say instead of pulling all that bullshit?"
"Will you spank me?" The boy licked his lips nervously. Jeff started getting into the idea.
"Yes. You have two safewords. Say 'red' and everything stops; say 'yellow' and you get a break and a chance to tell me what's wrong. I won't play with you unless you agree to use them."
The kid frowned. "I don't want to be played with."
Jeff did a double take. After all this, the boy was changing his mind? Then it dawned on him.
"Christ, kid. That's what it's called, when I give someone a spanking and order them around. You would know that if you had done this the normal way."
"There's right ways and wrong ways to be kinky?" The kid sounded crestfallen.
Jeff gaped at him. Then he made an effort and pulled himself together. "No! But you normally go to a club or something like that. Being that bossy there would have gotten you into a world of trouble, by the way," he added sourly.
Jase cocked his head. "You mean it would have gotten me a spanking?" His voice was challenging.
Jeff got very, very still. "Do you understand your safewords?" He kept his voice low, the growl so very close to the surface.
Jase met his eyes, never backing down. "Yes."
"Good." He crossed the last few feet to the boy and grabbed the front of his shirt and the back of his belt.
"Hey!"
Jeff just dragged the kid over to a chair and tried to pull him down on Jeff's lap. The kid struggled too much, and Jeff grabbed his shirt and got in close.
"Do you remember your safewords?"
"Yes! But Jesus, give me a chance to…" Jase pulled his shirt down, looking flushed and disheveled. In Jeff's opinion, it was a far better look on him than the bossy prep boy thing he had had going earlier.
"Oh, sure. Take your time."
Jeff sat down and leaned back, watching his prey. Because that was what Jase was going to be in a few moments; the kid just didn't know it yet.
Jeff noticed the exact moment when Jase realized that he had chosen the hard way of doing this. Being shoved around a little was far easier than undressing in front of a Dom and lying down to be spanked.
Yeah. There was nothing as sweet as a blushing innocent boy. Well, an innocent boy about to become less than innocent.
"I'm waiting." He was, and enjoying every moment of it.
"Okay, okay!" The kid undid a button and pulled the polo shirt over his head. Jeff hadn't ordered him to do that, but it was a nice bonus; his body was pale and slender. Then he hesitated as he came to his pants.
"Belt first." Jeff decided to help him out a bit; bossy or not, it was his first time. Jeff could feel himself hardening at the thought.
Jase did as he was told, hands a little clumsy.
"Now lose the pants."
The boy tried, you had to give him that. But his fingers seemed unable to move after he had undone the first button, and he looked at Jeff, a whole new vulnerability in his eyes.
Jeff stood up. He stepped close to the kid, and without saying a word, he undid the buttons and pulled the trousers and underwear down to the kid's knees.
He looked back into Jase's eyes. "Still wanna do it?"
The kid swallowed. Then he nodded.
"Good," Jeff said. Then he took a firm grip on the boy's neck and guided Jase down on his lap, never giving the kid a chance to get away.
"I don't know… I…"
Jeff didn't answer, just pulled the trousers and boxers off all the way. He slid his hands over the kid's back, the skin soft and warm. Then he let the first slap fall.
"Ah!" The kid reared up. "Ow! That stings."
"It's a spanking, boy; it's supposed to sting."
The boy grumbled something and came back down.
Jeff let another slap fall, and Jase grunted. Jeff rubbed the boy's ass and hit him again.
"Uh! Ah…" Another slap, and another, Jase bucking slightly every time Jeff's hand hit him.
He set up a rhythm, enjoying the way Jase was squirming under his hands, the way the skin reddened from the slaps. His slaps. The rush was slower than usual, Jeff's attention on adjusting the pain to a virgin's sensitivity, on making this good for his sub. But it was there, growing from slow and warm toward hot and urgent.
"Oh, fuck! Ah, it hurts."
Jeff noticed the faint trembling in the boy's body and slowed down a bit, rubbing those glowing cheeks until the trembling subsided and Jase started rubbing slightly against him. Jeff adjusted the body on his lap a bit. Oh, yeah, the boy was getting hard.
"You like that, don’t you, boy?" His voice was way more growly than he had meant it to be; the boy was getting to him.
"Fuck you."
Jeff slapped him, hard.
"Ahh! Ow, fuck!" But Jase didn't do anything to get away, and Jeff smacked him again, lighter this time.
The soft slap made Jase moan, and Jeff did it again. Instead of tensing up, the boy began grinding against his leg. In the beginning, it was a subtle movement, but when Jeff kept up the steady smacks, Jase was humping his leg shamelessly after a while.
"You can't come yet." Jeff sincerely hoped that the growl came across as badass Dom and not as "I'm so close to coming in my pants just from spanking a boy."
That was the wrong thing to think, because Jeff realized that he really was this close to coming. Luckily, the boy didn't seem to be much better off.
"Please! Please, I need to come, please…"
The pleading went straight to Jeff's cock, and after one last slap that made Jase cry out, Jeff pulled the boy up until he was straddling Jeff.
Jeff frantically tore at his pants, miraculously managing to get them open without getting anything important stuck in the zipper. Then he finally had his hands on his cock. It was slick with precome, and he took a hard grip on the boy's ass and pulled him close.
"Ah!" Jase hissed and tried to pull away from Jeff's hand. That pushed his hard dick up against Jeff's.
"Yeah, boy. Make me come." Jeff took a hard grip around their cocks, using his own precome and the boy's sweat to make it slick and slippery. God, it was good.
"I… Please, yeah, like that…" The boy bit his lip, eyes closed in pleasure. Then Jeff squeezed his ass hard, and the boy cried out and came, his body convulsing and the come squirting out of his dick and covering his chest.
The sight was enough to make Jeff roar and come as well, bucking under the boy's slender body and thrusting them even closer together. Shit, that was good. He shuddered as the last come pumped out of him.
The boy was collapsed on him, gasping for air. Jeff let go of their cocks and put his arms around him, rubbing the boy's back. Jase's breathing was labored, and Jeff remembered that slightly panicked state where your body didn't know whether it should cry or laugh, the adrenaline making you so high that everything got confused.
"Shh, kid, you're okay." He hugged the boy close, and gradually, the body in his arms relaxed.
Jase was hiding his head in the crook of Jeff's shoulder and didn't make any attempt of getting up. Jeff let him be for a while, and then shook him a little.
"Okay, kid?"
"m'not a kid." Jase pulled back, a bit reluctantly, it seemed.
"Maybe not." The boy had taken his first spanking like a trooper, after all. "But you do stink."
"Fuck you." Jase's tone of voice was almost polite, though, and Jeff just pushed him off Jeff's lap and went into the bathroom.
Jase followed, and Jeff tossed a washcloth at him. Then they cleaned up in companionable silence.
When the kid had gotten dressed, he hovered by the door, looking uncertain.
"What?" Jeff picked up the remote.
"Yeah, I mean… Thanks. I mean, for the… spanking."
Jeff waved with one hand. "No big deal. Have fun at college."
"Yeah. Thanks."
Jeff turned to look straight at him. "And don't ever play without safewords, you hear me?"
Jase looked a little startled at the sudden vehemence in Jeff's voice.
"Uh, yeah, okay. I won't."
"Good. Now get lost."
Jeff sat down on the couch. He heard the door click shut behind him and pushed the mute button.
The show wasn't even over yet.