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“Ow, ow, Luca, I get it! I get it! I will rest- Owie, I understand!” Kieran squirmed across Lucien’s lap, his feet kicking wildly, boxers tangled at his ankles and tears falling down his cheeks. Lucien spanked him steadily. His hand peppered all over Kieran’s red bottom with harsh and fiery smacks.
“Do you?” Lucian asked, his warm voice washing over Kieran’s body and it lulled the kicking. Kieran turned to look at Lucian, mirth clearly visible on his face despite the stern eyes and nodded. Lucian placed a hard smack at his undercheek and then another one and then another one. Kieran’s feet drummed against the bedding, before slowly loosening, his nails digging into Lucian’s jeans.
“We have had this talk before, haven’t we? You were squirming with a bright bottom over my lap then too. Do you remember what I said would happen if you didn’t take proper breaks?”
“I do! Ah! Luc- ow, I do.”
“Good boy,” Lucian placed softer smacks on. On his sitspots, on his undercheeks, just to remind Kieran of his position and maybe, perhaps, to watch the red cheeks jiggle over his lap, “What did I say?”
“Luc..I can’t- OW, ow,” Kieran yelped, squirming over Lucian’s lap helplessly as his bottom was warmed hotter and hotter for him. He took a deep breath and sighed, still squirmy with butterflies in his stomach, “You said you’d spank my bottom and then”-
“Exact words, pretty boy,” Lucian lightly peppered the very sore and very red backside over his knee with the softest of smacks, still firm and slightly stingy and watched warmly as Kieran squirmed.
“You said,” Kieran sniffled and then groaned, eyes shut, “You said, you’d spank my bottom. You would make sure it’s red and hot and sore. That I’d feel like a very sorry, sore and well-spanked little boy and then you’d lay me down on my tummy, tie my hand to the bed. And that you’d leave my bottom exposed and the door to the living-room open.”
“Your bottom is red, hot and sore,” Lucian said, his voice lighter now, “Do you feel like a very sorry, sore and well-spanked little boy? You look like one, by the way, you’re bottom a very vivid red.”
Kieran groaned and kicked his feet before nodding in compliance.
“Yes, sir,” He turned his head around to look at Lucian with wet cheeks and a pink face, “I’m sorry, Lucian.”
Lucian’s eyes softened and with a gentle pat he pulled Kieran upright into his arms. Kieran’s sore bottom pressed firmly against Lucian’s denim clad leg and fresh tears sprang in his eyes and Kieran buried his face into the crook of Lucian’s neck. Lucian rubbed Kieran back with a gentleness that was completely contrasting the previously harsh smacks that met his bottom.
“I don’t want you to become sick or burnout,” Lucian said softly to the indeed sorry boy in his arms, “I care about you and your wellbeing. You need rest, pretty boy, you can’t conquer the world in a day.”
“How long will you put me to bed for?” Kieran asked, his voice just as soft, trying not to squirm because that would mean his bottom would get scrubbed against the denim.
“Until I think you’ve rested enough,” Lucian lightly stroked Kieran's hair and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his head. He lightly untangled them and helped Kieran lie down on his stomach before walking over to the bathroom to slightly wet a cloth. Kieran let him gently run the cloth over his skin to clean the tears. The gentleness made Kieran want to cry again and seeing that, Lucian placed light kisses all over his face.
“Give me your right hand,” Lucian said, taking out a soft rope-like thing made of cloth and cushioning. Wear out was always reliable. Kieran might like being tied-up but he did not like the roughness of a rope, his boy was sensitive both emotionally and physically (when it came to uncomfortable furniture, ropes, clothes, especially) and Lucian knew that. Kieran silently extended his hand over and lay quietly, watching with warm eyes of his own as Lucian tied it to the bed, “You’re going to get some rest, you hear me?”
“I do,” Kieran agreed immediately. Once called out, his disobedience often bled out of his body and Lucian’s heart melted at that.
“Good boy,” He praised and then glanced at Kieran’s red bottom. Moving downwards, he pulled his underwear back up. Kieran winced and then turned with wide eyes.
“Thank yo- OW! Luca!” Kieran yelped for what felt like the thousandth time today and squirmed. His ears felt hot as he squirmed. His boxers wedged firmly between his bottom to reveal all the reddened skin. Lucien gently patted the now exposed bottom until Kieran was done with his yelping, whining and squirming, stopping only when Kieran's muscles relaxed completely and even the pats didn’t make him squirm.
“Can you stay with me?” Kieran asked quietly as if embarrassed and Lucian smiled, settling down near his head.
“Never planned to leave.”