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The Hotel -- Part 7 -- Little Eric wants more
Eric and I had now developed stronger relationship. He was still living independently but came round frequently as a friend and also as a fuck buddy. I had never said anything to him but I had decided that this was what I really wanted from him but no more than that; frankly we had a significant age gap and he had too many issues for me as a potential life partner. I think Eric had the same opinion as he never pushed for more and had settled into the fun we were having. We had discussed other people on the side and concluded that it would be OK so long as we trusted each other to ensure our mutual safety. We could both be at risk but as Eric was almost exclusively a bottom he decided to use prep and I used condoms with others.
Eric rang one afternoon and asked me if he could come round, I knew this was an offer of fun and I was free for a number of hours so welcomed him round. He always had a small rucksack with him with "stuff" in and today was no exception. What was less usual was that the bag was stretched lengthways but it meant little to me. We got ourselves a coffee and started to chat. I could tell Eric was holding something back from me and I asked him what it was. He swallowed hard and told me that he had something to ask but he was very nervous about it. I joked that he would only need to be nervous if he was going to propose marriage. He laughed outwardly but then returned to his state of tension. I asked him what it was.
Eric told me that when I had spanked him he had needed it and in a way enjoyed it. I told him that it was different for me and I enjoyed his subservience albeit I would never demand that of him. He asked me if we could do something like it again. "This afternoon?" I asked and he nodded. I asked him if he had done something to deserve it again like last time he had been cautioned for shoplifting. "No!" he exclaimed, "nothing like that -- but I want more. I still feel as if I need to be punished more". "Do you mean again rather than more?" I asked and he shook his head and explained that the spanking was good and helped that it wasn't enough. Eric told me that he wanted to be caned as he had originally asked. I was still a little shocked. I asked him if he was sure about it and he nodded and drew from his bag a 2ft thick garden cane. "Oh Eric, are you really sure, this could do damage and hurt hugely" I cautioned. Eric turned to me and dropped his jeans and pants to show a red stripe on his left buttock. "I did this myself" but its not enough, "I can't do it hard enough to myself. Please Dave I want this and need you to do it. I know you and I know you have feelings for me. I know you will do this for me, please" he begged. My response was simply: "Give me the cane".
I told Eric that I would do as he requested and that at anytime he wanted me to stop to use the name "Russel" -- someone from our mutual past. Eric recognised the name immediately, smiled and said "happy memories". I smiled back and we went up to my room. I told Eric to strip naked. Initially he was reticent and when I saw his back I could see why, there was faint striping there too. "Been trying more?" I asked and he nodded and looked at the floor. "Ok then," I sighed "How do you want to do this?" Eric walked over to the bed and knelt at the side then lifted himself onto the bed with his ass hanging over the side. "I shall start with your ass" I told him. "You will get 6 on each side -- you will count them as before. If you fail to count I will strike you again until you do". Eric quietly said "yes, sir. Thank you". I was frankly unsure about how hard Eric wanted to be caned so I thought I would give him something I would call moderate; harder than an old school caning, but not so hard as to be cutting into him. I simply said "ready?" He didn't reply but relaxed onto the bed with his pretty pale, single striped ass waiting for me.
I took my first swing, the cane whistled in the air and landed with a crack on his right buttock. The skin immediately reddened and Eric took a sharp intake of breath but he stayed still and counted "one". After 10 seconds or so I took my second swing and landed it just under the first. Eric cried out and called two. To my dismay I realised that I was as hard as a rock in my pants. Over the next few minutes I administered the remaining four trying to spread them over the pretty delicate flesh without criss-crossing them. I told Eric to rest and stay in position and that if he wanted I had the other side to do too. He looked back at me with tearful eyes and nodded saying "yes please, sir, I need more" "Harder?" I asked and he wept and sobbed "please sir harder make it really hurt". I nearly cried but held it together. I couldn't imagine what was going through his brain to need this. I looked at him and asked him if he was ready. He nodded. Having changed positions his left buttock was at the right angle for me and with a much heavier stroke I beat him with and let the cane wipe across him not just bounce off. Eric jumped and flexed like a fish out of water with his mouth gaping open gasping for silent breath, but then he released a heart-wrenching groan of pain. And he counted "one". I could see not only the redness but a blister forming on his cheek. That beautiful, delicate white skin was going to be damaged, if this is what he wanted. I simply and calmly said "more?" Eric took a deep breath and nodded. I took my second swing as before and he yelped and tried to shuffle on the bed. I went to him and held his neck down to the bed to prevent him moving. He tried to look up but was restrained by my hand "two" he sobbed. "good boy" I rewarded him. "Please sir make me take the six and give me them faster" Eric asked of me. I nodded and told him to brace and count. Now holding his neck I delivered the next four with only about 2 seconds each between them. Eric counted them all but the last. I asked him if he needed a reminder and he gasped "six". The welts on his ass were blistering and I had also inadvertently criss-crossed them. Where they crossed I could see a gentle trickle of blood. I told Eric that he was bleeding and not to touch his ass. That I would get a clean cold cloth and put pressure on the wound. He laid still on the bed and I stopped the bleeding.
Eric had been shaking with shock during the final few strokes but he withstood them bravely. I asked him if he was ready to stand after I had put pressure on the wound. I warned him not to touch or it could start bleeding again. With shaking knees and also much pain he gently stood. I had to steady him as he wobbled. Slowly he turned to me and hugged me tightly, holding himself up and not letting go. I told him that I had a new tube of antiseptic cream and I wanted to apply it and he nodded again to me. We let the initial sting die down and then I was able to apply it.
Eric laid down on the bed again, this time in a more comfortable position and I applied the cream liberally to the less damaged cheek. Eric seamed to find the cream soothing and I told him that I would apply to the left side but that it might hurt a bit. I gently stroked it into the less damaged areas first and at the end onto the broken area. Eric flinched a little but it was short lived and I was able to soothe all the damaged area. Eric made no effort to get off the bed so I told him to rest as long as he needed. He told me that he needed to rest with me and asked me to get on the bed with him. As Eric was suffering I didn't have sex on the mind, well, yes I did but I wasn't going to press the point at that time. I always thought of sex when I was with Eric he was just too cute and delicious to ignore! But I thought that I didn't want to lay with him clothed as the cream would get on me trousers so I stripped of and got on the bed with him. Eric rolled gingerly onto his side so that he could touch my face and kiss me then he rolled again so that I could spoon him. I was right about the trousers as immediately I could feel the cream on my cock. I wrapped my arms around him and he snuggled into me with his head on my left arm. Soon I could hear his gentle sleeping sounds. Soon I had to move and disturbed Eric who rolled away and onto his face.
Eric asked me to check his ass again for bruising blistering and bleeding. Sheepishly I reported that the right side had bruised a little but the left was worse with bruises and the cut. He looked at me and smiled saying that it was OK he needed it and that only I could have done it for him. I asked him for the reason why he needed it. He blushed and mumbled so I pushed him a little harder. He told me that when he was a boy his father would cane him for being naughty or stupid. The caning would always be in his room and his father would make him strip naked and bend over his bed. His father never cut him but the blows were hard for a small boy and they got harder as he grew up. I asked Eric when he stopped. Eric told me that he didn't stop and continued to cane him as a teenager until he left home. "So you miss the caning?" I asked in a puzzled way. "No, not as such I missed the authority making me obey and behave." "Did you see me as a father figure" I asked. Eric laughed and said not. What he saw in me was respect for myself and for him. That when he felt weak I was the stronger figure, but not a father figure. Eric added that when he had recently been cautioned for shoplifting he knew what his father would have done and in a way by not prosecuting him the police had failed to correct him as an authority figure should have done. I told Eric that as a 24 year old he should be able to exercise self control and not have to reference another person for discipline and control. Eric told me he knew that and that he had managed to keep that control until he stupidly stole from the shop. I asked Eric how he would handle it in the future if he felt the need to steal. He told me that he would be able to control it as in his own mind he now had that authority figure in me. I told him that I didn't want to play that game and he smiled and said that it wasn't the need for caning but the need for a figure of respect he needed. Now he knew that I was that figure of respect, not a daddy, not an authority but a controlled person in his life he was steady and could cope. "Did you enjoy the caning?" I asked. He smiled and laughed "Not as much as you. I could see you got hard" I apologised. Eric laughed and said it wasn't a problem it was just heightened emotions that caused it. I thanked him for the excuse! "No, the caning did hurt but I felt your power and control and that braced me for the pain. I don't want to be caned again. I'm not into BDSM but now I feel liberated. I will never need to ask you to cane me again." Frankly I was relieved. Whatever mixed feelings it wrought in me at the time I didn't really like them. I'm not a violent man and only really like to treat people with respect. Even now I am ashamed of my first dealings with Eric that time before with Russel. Eric knew this and he turned again to comfort me. "You've helped me enormously" he said and kissed me gently and rolled back onto his tummy.
Once again I inspected the damage and Eric spread his legs for me. This give me access to the undamaged cleft between his buttocks. Using a little of the cream I spread some into the cleft now avoiding the outer aspects of his buttocks. I used my thumbs to spread the cleft more and Eric flinched. I apologised and more carefully smoothed over the cleft and stunning hole. "I would like to kiss you better" I said and Eric spread his legs father. Gently I went down on that pretty little hole, licking, and spitting onto it and trying to insert my tongue. Eric purred as he would always do and I continued for some time. As I continued my gentle kissing became more of an urgent resuscitation and Eric started to call out in pleasure. For the most time I managed to keep way from his beaten buttocks but occasionally he would remind me with a little yelp. Eric reached for the lube and spread some onto his hole and then onto me. "Please Dave, on my side" he whispered and rolled over. I got in behind him and presented my hard cock to his hole. Eric took hold of me and gently fed me into his soft, receptive bottom. "I need it but keep it gentle" "You got it baby" I responded and slowly started to fuck his open, little hole. Even though I had been in him many times it always felt as if it were the first. Eric managed to keep tight and his muscles could milk me until I had no choice but to cum. Eric told me that he wouldn't be able to take it for long so I told him that when he needed me to finish to use his muscles to bring me off. After only a couple of minutes of me gently fucking Eric, I felt his internal muscles working on me so I stopped pumping. Eric's own hand was working his hard 5.5" inches and very quickly I felt him cum. The force transmitted through his muscles and he brought me off almost immediately. I decided not to try and linger inside him but withdrew as soon as we had settled down. We both fell asleep for a couple of hours and when we awoke we showered and had dinner.
Whilst showering I checked out Eric's ass and he looked almost returned to normal. Just some faint bruising on the right but more bruising and the cut on the left. As I held Eric in the shower I hugged him and told him that I never want to do that to him again and started crying. Eric turned to me and held me until I stopped crying and kissed me. "You never will need to do that for me again. I think too much of you." I looked deeply into his eyes and replied "I love you too Eric."