“Mmm… nice,” Blake commented. Aaron heard the smile in his voice. Not surprising, really, considering that a good old-fashioned spanking was high on both of their sexual preference lists. Toys, yes. Paddles, crops, whips, yes. Bondage, hell yes. But the eroticism of naked palm against bare bottom was completely irresistible, and impossible to beat.

After a second or two, Blake laid a slap on Aaron’s other arse cheek.

Aaron’s erection twitched, but otherwise he gave no indication of how much he ached for what Blake was going to do. He remained motionless, waiting.

He didn’t have to wait long. There was the slightest sound of swishing fabric–Blake getting into position, probably–then the sharp slapping of skin against skin. It took a second before the pain registered. That was more like it! Not the blazing blissful agony he’d end up in by the time Blake was done, but a good hearty wallop that had probably made his flesh ripple. Flesh that likely also now bore a handprint.

“Fucking hell, Aaron,” Blake said, his voice coming from somewhere to Aaron’s right, “you look so fucking hot like that. Arse sticking out, all the goods on display, just waiting for me. I hardly know where to begin.”

“Thank you, Sir. I aim to please.”

“And you always succeed, too. My cock’s rock hard just looking at you. I can’t wait to stick it inside that delicious tight arsehole of yours. But first, I think those cheeks need a little more colour…”

Not releasing his grip on Aaron’s chin, Blake captured his lips in a harsh kiss that was more a clashing of lips, tongue and teeth than anything else. It certainly wasn’t a romantic gesture. Blake possessed Aaron’s mouth fully, sucking and nipping and thrusting, before jerking away, leaving Aaron breathless and swaying slightly.

Blake took hold of the ends of the stethoscope and used it to lead Aaron towards the bed. Guiding Aaron into place, with the fronts of his naked thighs resting against the side of the mattress, Blake then shoved at his shoulders, bending him over.

Bound, blindfolded and with his arse thrust rudely into the air, heat crept over Aaron’s skin. Heat that was nothing to do with the sort-of spanking he’d been given, and everything to do with whatever Blake was going to dish out next. Would he give out the hiding he’d mentioned, or did he have something else in mind?

After a couple more minutes, Blake made a sound of disgust, and stopped. The barest hint of heat emanated from Aaron’s bottom. “Humph,” Blake said, “well that wasn’t quite what I’d expected. It was fun in a way, I admit, but I’d much rather take my hand to your arse and give you a good hiding.”

“Be my guest, Sir,” Aaron replied.

A moment later and a rough hand gripped Aaron’s chin. Warm breath caressed his lips, and the scent of the wine they’d drunk in the restaurant reached his nostrils. “I think I might just do that. But first…”