Easten amateur spank

He said he wanted to spank me, I thought that was cute.
He said he wanted to fuck me, I thought that was cute.
He said he would like to lick my ass, if I had showered before, and I didn't like him talk about my hygiene. And he didn't get it up. and there was so much skin there, so much more than I am used to.
I spanked him, because he deserved it, because he couldn't get it up, because I didn't have anything better to do.
He tried to spank me. He didn't know how to do it. You can't spank both ass cheeks at the same time, you can't spank continuously. You have to wait for the pain to penetrate, to float and warm the skin. You have to let the skin get redder and when it knows its resting, its healing, you can spank again, rythmically, increasing the force, touching different parts, licking at points to subside the pain, to calm the skin, to make the next spank a bit fiercer.
Spanking is an art.
No, you can't spank as if you were drumming away. He didn't know it, and I knew it.
So I had to protect my delicate reddening skin from this spanking amateur. I had to tie him up. I did.
I tried to get him up, to make him hard and dark, thick and delicious.
I am sure he has a gay part of him somewhere between his foreskin and the rest of him.
I went to sleep.
He was tied up and I kept the blanket to myself.
The next morning I untied him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to be on his way.