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all responsibility from a
bottom and enable hir to deny that sie has anything to do with what's
happening to hir. Although I did not know this man very well, I
suspected that accepting responsibility for bottoming would be harder
for him than simply being ordered about, and I wanted it to be hard
for him. I did not glare or feign impatience as I waited for him to
settle himself across my lap; even those little excuses would be
denied him. I sat calmly, looking at him, and he nodded his head
once, then draped himself across my lap.
He had a small ass, very pale, with the impossibly smooth skin of the
very young. I caressed it gently, preparing him for what was coming.
My first smack was almost a caress, it was so gentle, and my next was
just as light. I hit him in a rhythm, building up very slowly. My
unstated goal was to open this man up, and from what little I knew of
him, I believed that harsh topping, although it opens some people,
would only close this man up further. I suspected that he was used to
resisting harshness with strength; if I wanted into him it would have
to be by another means.
I sang lullabyes in my head in order to keep the slow rhythm constant.
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