Excerpt from Spank Issue
Gentle
By Miles M. Knowles
He wants me to be gentle tonight.
His bruises are melting into the color of egg yolk. His
bruises still hold bright memories of pain. There are so
many marks across his shoulder, back, thighs, and ass. All I
have to do to remind him of the other night is press down
on them, gently, or run my nails across them. When I do
he wriggles and backs up against my hand like a cat getting
petted.
I love being rough with my boy. I love leaving his skin
raw with bites and scratches and blows. I love pushing him
to a point where his nerves are bent but not broken.
But tonight he wants me to be gentle.
I am perfectly capable of being gentle.
“Get undressed,” I tell him.
“Yes, sir,” he answers.
He undoes his dress collar buttons with delicate fingers.
He doesn’t rush anymore, I taught him better than that.
He folds his shirt and sets it on the chair. His undershirt,
jeans, underwear and underwear join the pile. Every item
taken off in the correct order. Everything prim and neat, as
it always should be. As it always will be, as long as the boy
is in my service. As long as he chooses to be in my service.
He stands at the end of the bed, back straight and solid,
feet shoulder length apart, and head up. His uncut cock
curls against his thigh, already half-hard.
I circle around him, my boy. I admire his wide
shoulders, his thick cock, and his tight ass. He is twentyfour, this boy, young but stripped of a young body’s
awkwardness. His body is powerful and efficient. His mind