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And I like you that way.

Though, you scrub up pretty nice, too.

*grins*

Shhh, don’t say that, you’ll give me a reputation.

Too late.

What's the matter? Afraid people will find out what a sweet boy you really are?

*pulls him close and nibbles at his neck, smothers a chuckle against his skin*

Mmmmmm...make that very sweet.

Am not.

*grins*

Are toooo...

My sweet, silly, filthy boy.

*punches him in the arm*

OMG UR SO MEAN.

I'm telling.

*rubs his arm and pouts, trying not to smile*

Ow.

I AM NOT. I AM NICE AND ALSO SEXY.

Besides...who you gonna tell?

WHAT THE HELL BITCH, I didn’t say you weren’t sexy. Stop putting words in my mouth.

I’ll tell the old Ukrainian lady who lives in the apartment above me. SHE WILL SO FUCK YOU UP.

I know you didn't. I just threw that in. *grins*

Whoa. Old lady mojo, that's some serious shit.

Couldn't I just get a spanking?

You could always put something else in my mouth.

Oh, I will spank you. With my hand, with a cane, with a trout, I don't give a fuck. But the spanking will occur.

I was gonna go for that joke, but I figured it was too easy. I can think of a few things. Well, one in particular. *winks*

Oooooh...is that a threat or a promise? And a cane. You kinky, kinky boy.

Everything about me is easy, Anson.

Oh yes, caning. Back home, we call that ‘the English vice’. But it really feels fantastic, no matter what country you’re in. I think you would like it, you degenerate. You know it's a promise.

Have you ever caught fish with your bare hands, Anson? Do you know the best method?

Hmm...somehow I get the feeling this is going to be a very interesting story. *grins*

No, I've never caught a fish with my bare hands. How do you do it?

Only if you promise to do it to me as well. I can't let you have all the fun.

You grab them and rub their undersides with your hand until they fall asleep. I find this works well on men as well.

*laughs* Sounds good to me. You can rub my belly anytime.

*frowns* But what does that have to do with canes?

Not a damn thing. Mentioning the trout just made me think of it. And you seem to be the type to enjoy fishing.

This is how my mind works. Keep up!

*laughs* You are a toppy little so and so, aren't you?

Okay. You can do it all. Cane me, rub my belly, the works. You know I can't resist you.

*beams* Mmmm, I can be, yes.

That’s what I like to hear. Now I just need to find a cane.

*laughs* You really mean to cane me, don't you?

*grabs him and swings him around, then nibbles his neck*

Just remember, boy, what goes around comes around. Whatever you do to me, I'm gonna do to you, twice as hard, for twice as long. *grin*

Did I stutter? Don’t wimp out on me. It’s not so intense as you might think. I had a client who liked to cane me. He didn’t break the skin and the marks usually went away in a day.

Ooooooh. Ooh-ooh-ooh. You'd better.

*chuckles and kisses him, catching Arthur's face between his hands*

You nasty, nasty boy. What am I going to do with you?

Yes, you can cane me. And spank me too. I look forward to it.