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“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Sir Owen.”
“You know, I’m not actually a knight, so…”
Gavin spanked Owen’s clothed ass. “Pull your pants down. Only one person in my family is supposed to make you beg for mercy.”
“The person in the family who has no mercy?” Owen asked, pulling his pants down dutifully. He was already rock hard, which he had been basically since he’d yielded to Gabrielle earlier today.
“Exactly,” said Gavin with a smug nod. “Over my lap, loser.”
“Yes, your Majesty.” Owen said, snickering as he got into position. He’d never had a sexy spanking before, just the normal kind he’d gotten for being a shithead as a kid. He’d been so good at being a shithead he’d often earned them for himself and Ron, and even for Odin a few times.
Owen felt a bit bad about that, thinking back on it, especially about getting Ron spanked. He really hadn’t liked it. Not that anyone liked getting spanked for breaking something, but…
Gavin started hitting Owen, and it turned out that sexy spankings were kind of the same as normal spankings, except that this time Owen had a boner on purpose, so he didn’t have to pretend to feel bad about it feeling good when he ground it against Gavin’s lap.
He kept grinding as Gavin spanked him. Gavin hit harder than he’d expected but it still wasn’t that hard. Owen would never tell him that Gabrielle hit harder than he did, of course. No matter what the results of that were, they wouldn’t be fun.
Cumming was fun, though, so Owen did that all over Gavin’s lap with a yelp.
Gavin stopped spanking him. “You got my pants dirty.”
“In my defence,” Owen panted, looking over his shoulder. “Why are you wearing pants?”
Gavin smirked. “Because the sex doesn’t start until I say so, Sir Owen. We’re not done your spanking.”
“Bring it on.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Gavin said. He spanked Owen again. “I’m going to keep going until you stop being smug about my sister beating you up.”
“You know, you’re mentioning your sister a lot more than I’d expect a brother to do in a horny setting.”
The real reason why Owen’s spankings as a kid had always been so bad was because he didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. And it seemed like he still had that problem. Oops. Gavin’s flat expression told him all he needed to know, and Owen tried to fake contrition as he looked away.
It didn’t work, but he had all night to practice it. Gavin’s arm never got tired.
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How Best to Use a Sword 