Mark continued to stroke Jack's back for another minute or two.  He wanted to be absolutely sure that Jack had calmed down and thought this through.  When he had waited long enough, he slipped his hand under Jack's waist to unbutton his jeans.  Jack dropped his head and Mark watched his fingers press hard against the cement floor.  Once his pants were loosened, Mark slowly pushed them down to Jack's knees, while sliding his comforting hand down Jack's ass to the back of his thighs.  Jack's thigh muscle flexed nervously beneath his palm.  So, Mark spent a moment just petting his thigh until he relaxed his leg.  Jack was obeying... but he still didn't fully trust him.  It pained Mark to see Jack so terrified.  He just didn't know how to get him to trust him.  Sliding his hand up to rub Jack's ass, Mark told him softly.  "Jack, repeat what I'm going to do and why".  Mark felt Jack take a deep breath, before he answered shakily to the floor.  "Six strikes for my disobedience".  Mark nodded even though Jack wasn't looking at him.  Giving him one more gentle pet across his ass, before lightly striking him.

The strike barely warmed Mark's fingers.  It was nowhere near the power he could have made it be... but Jack had a different reaction.  Jack nearly bolted forward off his lap!  Mark had to release the loop of Jack's collar and tried to quickly push Jack's back down across his lap... but Jack rolled off his lap to the floor.  Mark stared at his hand feeling horrified.  Had he hit Jack harder than he had meant too?  He started to reach out to Jack, but stopped himself.  If he had hurt him... then he didn't have the right to touch him.  Jack laid out at his feet, panting heavily.  He had expected Mark to reach down and grab him.  Shove him back on his lap and tell him everything was alright... but he didn't.  Slowly, Jack rolled over to his other side to face Mark.  The look on Mark's face was heartbreaking.  He looked...scared?  Jack pushed himself up, reaching out to place his hand on Mark's knee.  Mark cringed from the contact, asking him with a voice full of pain.  "Did I hurt you, Jack"?

Jack blushed a deep red, shifting his leg higher to cover himself, when he answered embarrassed.  "No. Not really. I was expecting the hit to be harder and... kind of...".  Jack trailed off, dropping his gaze to the floor.  His own reaction to being hit like that was surprising.  Mark hadn't been entirely right... He had felt it.  It was a light sting, but it vanished quickly enough.  Nothing that should have made him react the way he had... but it was a little more then that.  Mark placed a hand on Jack's that still sat on his knee.  He was relieved that he hadn't hurt him... but Jack's reaction had him weary.  Stroking the back of Jack's hand, Mark asked gently.  "You're not hurt"?  Jack shook his head with a smile.  He still wasn't looking at him though.  He was hiding something.  Mark leaned back in his chair, patting his thighs curiously as he asked him.  "Then come back up here".  Jack started to shift onto all fours, but quickly sank back down.  Mark couldn't see Jack's face as Jack meekly asked him.  "Daddy? Any chance we could call it finished now"? 

Mark leaned forward, looping his arm under Jack's arms to pull him back over his lap.  Jack's voice creaked into a nervous high-pitch as he started to yell out desperately.  "No! Wait! Mark I-".  Jack stopped talking the second he saw Mark get it.  Mark had shifted Jack back over his lap... and realized what Jack was trying to hide.  Mark couldn't stop the smirk from forming on his face.  He just couldn't.  The relief of knowing that Jack was fine... just embarrassed, brought him such peace of mind.  Jack leaned over his lap, covering his face with his hands as he muffled out shyly.  "Don't smile. That makes this worse".  Mark stroked Jack's back, trying to sound reassuring as he told him honestly.  "It's not that uncommon. You had built it up so badly in your mind, pup, that when your body realized it wasn't... you got a little excited".  Jack dropped his head, still covering his face as he whined out.  "Don't say that... Just pretend you don't know about it".  Mark stroked Jack's chilled ass, telling him playfully blunt.  "You didn't call me a title again, Jack. Besides...".  Mark leaned over close to Jack's shoulder to finish smugly.  "How can I? When it's nestled firmly under my knee".

Jack groaned loudly from complete embarrassment.  He thought he'd die from it if Mark kept bringing it up!  He heard Mark chuckle softly, feeling his warm hand slide through his hair lovingly.  Jack lowered his hands with a small smile.  As embarrassed as he was, at least Mark seemed in a better mood.  He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to try it.  Quickly, Jack reached up to grab Mark's wrist before he could pull it back passed his leg.  Mark didn't resist, allowing him to lower his hand out in front of him.  Jack traced Mark's palm lightly with his fingers, then pulled his hand closer to kiss his palm.  Jack closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Mark's soft warm palm against his lips.  Even when Mark's fingers curled to cover his mouth, he smiled.  Mark gently cupped a hand over Jack's mouth with a smile, then struck him again with his other hand.  Jack jerked a little and he felt Jack usher a short moan against his hand.

Mark finished up the last of the strikes, taking the moment to stroke Jack's slightly flushed ass and tell him happily.  "Good boy. You did well. Shall we move on to the next one"?  Jack felt Mark's hand over his mouth release, so he nodded.  Jack slipped back off Mark's lap and a sharp moan escaped him.  Mark's hand teasingly stroked his hard one as he retreated into his waiting position.  Just a single stroke from base to tip.  It was enough to make Jack blush a deep red and stare down at the floor as Mark stood up.  Jack didn't watch where Mark had went, but heard something being opened.  A trunk, possibly?  When Mark came back to stand before him... Jack only saw Mark's legs and swinging between them... A long green leash.  To Be Continued...