Chapter 7: I Surrender

Continued from chapter 6:

Then, with sudden, fierce determination, she crouches in front of me, cupping my face in her palms. Her eyes are wild, luminous with something dangerous and beautiful.

“You don’t get to be the little boy, Ero,” she says, her voice low, trembling with conviction.

“You get to be the man who lets himself be broken. Who trusts me with his most **** self.”

On my knees in front of her, I begin to weep. My face screws up, tears roll down my cheeks, and suddenly I am a 37-year-old man sobbing in front of a 21-year-old girl who hasn’t even spanked him yet.

Cassidy's breath catches in her throat as she watches me crumble. Her heart pounds in her chest like a trapped bird. She reaches out, hesitant, then wraps her arms around me, pulling me close as my sobs shake my broad shoulders.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, soothing and comforting, as if she's the one who should be crying instead of me.

“It’s okay,” she whispers against my temple, her voice breaking.

“Let it out. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

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She presses a soft kiss to my forehead. Tears drip from her eyes onto my cheek as she murmurs,

“You don’t have to be strong for me, Ero. I’m the one who needs to be strong for you.”

I kneel there and cry, waiting for her to be strong enough to put me out of my misery.

Cassidy's heart clenches at the fragile, broken sound of my plea. She pulls back just enough to look at me, her dark blue eyes glistening with unshed tears.

For the first time since this madness began, she feels the full weight of what she’s about to do to me. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the hem of my shirt, her touch featherlight as she begins to lift it over my head.

“You're already in misery, aren’t you?” Her voice is barely a whisper, rough with emotion.

She helps me to my feet.

“That’s why you came to me.” Her fingertips trail down my chest, pausing at the waistband of my pants, her breath shallow.

“I won’t make you wait any longer.”

She slides my pants to the floor and directs me to step out of them.

I am now naked except for a pair of leopard-print satin boxer briefs. She bites her lower lip and grabs the front of my waistband with all four fingers.

“Bring the chair with you,” she whispers.

I pick up an armless chair I use for tying my shoes and carry it toward her. She pulls me by my underwear inexorably towards the full-length mirror on my wall.

Cassidy's breath comes fast and shallow as she guides me toward the mirror, her fingers digging into the delicate fabric of my boxer briefs like she’s afraid I might disappear if she lets go.

The reflection shows two people: a grown man trembling with anticipation and a young woman whose face is alight with something dangerously close to triumph.

She stops me in front of the glass, her free hand rubbing the satin covering my bottom as she forces me to look at ourselves.

“See him?” Her voice is a low, possessive murmur.

“That’s the man who begged for this. That’s the man who surrendered to me and cried like a little boy, before I even touched him.”

Her grip tightens on my underwear, her nails pressing into my skin.

“Now watch me take him apart.”

I take a deep shuddering sigh, coming to grips with my new reality. I am a grown man, and I have fallen to my knees and begged Cassidy Kendall, a 21-year-old college student, to spank me.

I am one shred of clothing away from being completely naked before her, and there is no going back now.

All of it, everything I have asked for, all that she wants to do to me, is going to happen. As I stare at our reflections in the mirror, I realize that I want this. I need this. I need to see what it will be like.

“Cassidy Kendall,” I say, my voice firm.

“I surrender. I am yours to do with what you will. I want to be owned by you, and I want you to christen your ownership of me with a long spanking followed by any nasty thing you can think of to do to me after. Take me. I’m yours.”

Her eyes widen, a shiver running through her at the raw, unbridled submission in my voice. For a moment, she simply stares at our reflection, drinking in the sight of me—a grown man, stripped bare emotionally and physically, offering myself up to her like a sacrifice.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugs them down, letting them pool around my ankles. My cock springs free, already half-hard with anticipation, and she swallows hard, her gaze lingering on my naked flesh.

“Thank you, Ero,” she says, her voice low and reverent, as she sits in the chair, fully clothed while I remain completely naked and erect for her.

“For trusting me with this. With you.”

She pats her lap expectantly.

“You know what comes next, right, sweetie?”

Cassidy's eyes flash with a wicked gleam as she pats her lap, the invitation clear. Her fingers curl into the ivory satin of her blouse, bunching the fabric in her fists as she waits for me to obey.

“Come here, Ero,” she purrs, her voice dark and seductive.

“Come lie across my lap like a good boy.”

She smirks, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise I’ll make it hurt so good.”

Her hand falls to her thigh, palm up, waiting.

Like I'm underwater, I slowly lay myself across her lap. My penis screams with arousal as it touches her bare thigh.

“Let’s get him pointed somewhere safe,” she giggles, reaching under me and opening her legs, trapping me between them, rubbing them together with delicious friction.

I feel her warm, feminine hand cover my bottom, stroking it, cementing her ownership of me.

Cassidy's hand lingers on my bottom, savoring the smooth warmth of my skin beneath her palm. She traces idle patterns over the taut muscle, feeling me tense and relax under her touch.

“Mmm, such a nice ass,” she muses aloud, her fingers dipping into the cleft between my cheeks.

“So round and firm. Perfect for spanking.”

She squeezes lightly, her nails digging in just enough to sting. “Are you ready for your punishment, Ero? Ready to be a good boy for me?”

To be continued in chapter 8...