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Trust Me - Chapter Two

"Are you ready?"

No.

That was what Robin's mind screamed at him as he heard his boyfriend speaking. No he wasn't ready. This was a stupid idea. The worst idea he'd ever had.

Yet for some reason he could not even begin to fathom, the fox nodded. Almost as though he'd known that he'd have these last minute fears, and had promised himself that he'd ignore them.

As was so often the case with Robin and Conner, the two men were in bed together. Both were naked, and while Robin was covered from the waist down by blankets his raccoon lover had only just returned to the room, thus was on all fours near the foot of the bed, smiling up at the fox with comforting reassurance. Neither one of them were aroused, at least not visibly so, but that was to be expected. They'd spent the best part of the afternoon engaged in rather serious conversation, planning out the final aspects of this night which they had been readying themselves for throughout the past week and a half. As a result of all that planning, they now found their minds approaching the moment of truth with a degree of solemnity and detached stoicism. They weren't stupid enough to think that it would stay that way of course, but for the time being at least the pair were all too happy to coast drama-free towards their goal.

Robin shifted slightly to the left, to his side of their large double bed, as Conner crawled closer to him upon all fours. The fox drew back the covers for his mate, and sighed softly, happily when the raccoon slipped into bed beside him, rolling onto his side and cuddling up to Robin with a playful growl. They bumped noses, and kissed fondly.

"Remember, if you get scared or don't wanna go on, you can tell me to stop at any moment. I won't be upset, I won't be angry. I'm already so proud of you for taking it this far, and I'll love you all the more no matter what we do or don't do today. Okay?"

The fox swallowed, nodding again. Conner smiled at him, and he tried to smile bravely back. It didn't really work, but the raccoon rewarded him with a fresh kiss anyway. Initially it might have been intended as just another gentle peck, but Robin seized upon it and slipped his tongue forward into his lover's muzzle. The kiss deepened, and sure enough it prompted the outreaching of arms, the two men embracing to further their intimate connection. Conner groaned happily through their mingling lips, and Robin murmured back at him in delight. How the fox wished that they could have just stayed like that all evening, just kissing, holding one another, making each other feel good. But he knew deep down that if he chickened out tonight, it would be even easier to make an excuse tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. If he was going to face his fears, it was now or never. And, appealing as the latter option sounded, Robin knew that for the sake of his sanity it had to be now.

When their kiss ended, the warm smiles resting upon both males' muzzles faded as their eyes met and they silently but mutually realised that there was nothing else for them to say or do. Delaying the inevitable was no longer an option, for all their delays had been used up over the past ten days. They had talked about everything that needed to be talked about. They had done all the kissing, cuddling and strengthening of their relationship it was possible to do in the run up to what was potentially a rather testing, traumatic event. Now the only thing that remained for them to do was take the plunge, and pick up the offending item which even now was taunting them from where it lay in plain sight on top of Robin's bedside cabinet.

"I'm scared, Conner."

Conner reached up and caressed one of Robin's ears, rubbing it between forefinger and thumb. What was usually a deeply relaxing trick to use upon the fox did little to abate his nervous expression and tensed up body though, for this was not a fear that could be so easily brushed aside. The raccoon closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and spoke as he looked into his boyfriend's fearful brown hues once more.

"I know you are. I am too. But I believe in you. In us. We can do this, and we're going to. So... pass me the paddle, Robin. Please."

They had agreed some time ago that it would be best if Robin volunteered to do as much as possible in the run up and even during the progression of this act. This wasn't about living out some disciplinarian fantasy after all, quite the opposite in fact. They sought to undo damage that had been done long ago, to restore to Robin the confidence and control which had been denied and stripped from him as a child. That meant letting the fox do as much for himself in this situation as possible. He was the one who got to decide when they started and stopped. He was the one who got to give Conner the paddle, and thus the permission to begin. It was him who decided how hard and for how long he was going to be spanked. He had all the power. That was what Robin had to remember, what he had to rely on to keep himself strong through this ordeal.

With a trembling hand outstretched the fox picked up the paddle; that wooden board inscribed with his and Conner's initials which he had kept within his line of sight almost constantly for the last week, growing accustomed to its presence, eventually being able to look upon it directly without shuddering or whimpering in terror. He drew it over the bed, close to himself, and thrust it jerkily into the raccoon's arms. Hurriedly he withdrew his own hand, and wiped it off against his leg, as though dirtied by its touch. Conner saw him doing this despite the bedsheets covering their lower halves, and frowned.

"Are you okay for us to keep going?"

The fox growled, and before he could stop himself he snapped at his boyfriend in overt annoyance.

"Of course I'm not fucking okay. I'm scared out of my mind. Stop asking that damn question when you know what the answer's gonna be!"

Sometimes, most of the time in fact, Robin forgot that he was much bigger than Conner. Much bigger, much stronger, and, on the rare occasions he actually showed any aggrivation towards his mate, much more intimidating. The lithe, twinkish raccoon withdrew fearfully as Robin yelled at him, ears folding back flat against his head and eyes widening in sorrow. Almost instantly however, Robin relented. He whined guiltily in the back of his throat, and felt hot, salty tears spring into the corners of his eyes.

"I... I mean... I..."

Conner shook his head, pressing two fingers against Robin's muzzle to silence the fox.

"I know. I know, and it's okay. You just caught me off guard is all."

He was lying. He was lying and they both knew it. Robin had seen the genuine fear in Conner's eyes, and Conner... well, he'd felt it first-hand. The truth wasn't helpful in this situation though, thus it was temporarily put to one side.

Robin whimpered, but nodded towards his lover.

"I'm ready. I really am ready. So... let's start now. Let's get this done."

Silence fell over the bedroom as the two males slipped out from under the covers of their shared bed, their little safe haven from the world at large, and knelt atop its thick blankets. Conner was the first to adjust his position, setting up a mound of pillows against the headboard and leaning back against them, spreading out his legs in front of him. His left hand caressed Robin's back affectionately, soothingly, while his right remained resting at his side, clutching the handle of the paddle. Once he was settled he looked at Robin straight on, and though he said nothing aloud, his gaze told the fox that it was time.

What was it that Robin's dad had used to say before the beatings began, grinning and flexing his hand as he did so?

'Assume the position'.

Yeah. Yeah, that was it. Assume the position.

And now here Robin was, more than a decade and a half since his last over the lap spanking, about to assume that dreaded position all over again.

With an almost entirely muted whimper, memories of having his punishment increased for the slightest complaint surfacing with intense vividness, the fox forced himself over onto all fours, and slowly, shamefully crawled around Conner's body so that he could lay himself across his lover's lap in the correct direction. He felt so exposed, so trapped and claustrophobic as he lay down there and almost instantly felt the raccoon's left hand return to his back, stroking him slowly and gently in what was doubtlessly supposed to be a comforting manner. There was no comfort to be had though, and in that moment Robin felt physically sick with himself for ever thinking that this could have ended up not just as a positive influence on his life, but something he might actually and sexually enjoy.

A frantic yelp of fear unexpectedly erupted from Robin's muzzle when he felt Conner's hand slide down beyond his back, over the base of his tail and onto the trembling cheeks of his ass. It frightened the fox as much as it did the raccoon, and in an instant Conner's paw withdrew. Robin's own hands found themselves suddenly clutching at thick wads of the bedding beneath him, fingertips digging their nails not just into the fabric but through it, such was the force of his fear. He took a moment to catch his breath, and looked nervously back over his shoulder. Conner was looking right at him, and their eyes met. Robin came so close to asking his lover to call the whole thing off at that point, to just hold him and throw that paddle away somewhere it could never hurt either one of them or their relationship. Yet somehow, for some unfathomable reason, he managed to stifle that fear and lock it away with all the rest of the terrors that had tormented him from his earliest years onward.

He faced forward once more, gripped the sheets tighter than ever within his balled up fists, and whined in a high pitched gesture of acknowledgement that Conner could proceed.

Again, some five or ten seconds later, Robin felt a hand on his ass. It didn't strike him, but caressed his cheeks, rubbing them, squeezing them affectionately. The fox swallowed thickly, and closed his eyes as Conner's voice rang in his ears.

"I love you, Rob. I love you and your sweet, tight ass."

Conner kept on fondling Robin's rump, first with just the one hand, then with both, having presumably set the paddle aside for the time being. He cupped and teasingly toyed with those two lean, fit cheeks of soft fur and flesh, treating them oh so reverently, with the same loving tenderness that he would have applied to any other portion of the fox's body.

"Tell me you trust me, Robin."

He tried to keep his voice steady and affectionate as he played with Robin's rear, but they both knew what that question implied. It was a final confirmation, a way of asking permission without actually asking permission. The last jumping off point before the spanking began.

Robin opened his muzzle, attempting to say that he did trust Conner. Nothing came out. Not a sound.

He tried again, finding himself suddenly breathless, his throat tightening with fear.

It took a full twenty seconds for the fox to calm himself down to the point where he could do more than nod silently, and even then his response was brief and gruff, each word spoken with immense effort.

"I... I do."

Both hands abruptly pulled away from Robin's ass. When they first touched him the fox had been terrified, but now that they were gone, he would have given anything to have them return to their gentle, friendly fondling.

"I love you, Robin."

Tears sprung to Conner's eyes as he spoke those words, and he felt his lover tense up, a wretched sob of anguish escaping the fox's lips. That was it. The words that Conner had promised would ring in Robin's ears before each spank. Any moment now he would feel it. That terrible pain. That horrifying torture. Endless agony. Torment that would consume him and hold him in its grasp forever more; inescapable in childhood, and no less cruel and relentless now in his thirty first year of life.

Pat.

Robin's yelp of hellish pain was cut short half way through, as he realised something strange. Something impossible.

It hadn't hurt.

He looked over his shoulder at Conner, eyes wide and stunned. The raccoon looked back at him, straight faced for a moment, then smirking ever so slightly. That smirk rapidly blossomed into a smile, then a grin, and then Conner began to giggle.

"I... I love you, silly fox."

Pat.

Another gentle tap on the ass from the raccoon's bare paw. Robin had felt high-fives harder than that before. He squirmed, not sure whether to laugh like his mate, or be angry at Conner for going against his wishes and treating this situation like some sort of joke.

"I love you."

Pat.

"I love you."

Pat.

"I love you..."

Over and over again Conner playfully patted the fox's ass, grinning wider and wider as Robin began to join him in his giggles, the fox's feet wiggling in mock torment over the edge of the bed and his tail flagging upward voluntarily, allowing himself to be 'spanked' without any attempt to save himself. The more he did it the more at ease he felt Robin growing, the vulpine male's body growing more relaxed and malleable against his own form than Conner could ever remember, except of course for those rare moments of post orgasmic afterglow in which the fox's mind was too hazy with pleasure to remember any of his woes. It was when he felt something pushing against his right thigh however, and heard soft, happy whimpers of excitement begin to join Robin's by now vibrant laughter, that he knew he was moving in the right direction. Just as they'd discussed, just as they'd hoped, this playful, naked, innocent spanking was turning Robin on. Not quite how the fox had imagined it happening of course, but results were what mattered in a situation like this.

"I love you so much."

Fwap.

Robin tensed up. His eyes widened, and his semi-stiffened cock throbbed violently. Fresh tears sprang to the corners of his hazel hues, and he opened his muzzle not to laugh, but to cry out.

"T-that... that hurt."

It hadn't been a hard smack, but it had been a damn sight more than the previous taps which Robin had received from Conner's paw. He looked back over his shoulder once again, and saw that the raccoon's playful smile had vanished. Conner nodded, and asked a solemn, simple question of his lover.

"I know. I know it did. Shall I keep going?"

Robin whined in heartbreaking sorrow. He had been so happy, almost believing for a moment that all of his fears had been for nothing, and that Conner was going to spare him any torment in exchange for their playful new form of foreplay. But now that he knew it was not to be, now that he realised all that Conner had been doing was warming him up, his fears returned with a vengeance. Had it not been for the lingering excitement in his heart and his groin, already rapidly fading, he surely would have shaken his head. With everything being the way it was however, he nodded reluctantly.

"You're being so brave, Robin. I fucking love you."

Fwap.

It stung. Not like a beating, not like a true spanking, but like momentarily touching your hand against a hot plate before your pain senses instinctively caused you to withdraw.

"I love you."

_Fwap.

Fwap._

Twice. Robin hadn't expected that, and whimpered loudly, his tail dropping down to cover his ass and prevent his tormentor from delivering any further blows. No sooner had he done so though, Robin regretted it. He closed his eyes and sobbed in fear, certain that any moment now he'd feel his father's rough paw snatch at the base of his tail and drag it back upright, holding it obscenely out of the way as his hand began to batter relentlessly at his helpless, defenceless cheeks.

Instead he heard Conner's voice. Soft, soothing, drawing him slowly but surely back to reality.

"It's okay, sweetie. It's all okay. I'm not going to keep going until you tell me to. You're in control. You're calling the shots. I love you so much, my big, strong foxie."

The two males lay still for almost five minutes. Only then did Robin raise his tail, giving no other word nor sign of his assent for Conner to continue. That gesture said more than enough though, and it meant the world to Conner that his boyfriend had the strength to continue on.

"I love you."

_Fwap.

Fwap.

Fwap.

Fwap.

Fwap._

Each fresh hit was followed by a renewed proclamation of love, but before long they began to blend together as without increasing the force of his impacts, Conner began to pick up the pace. From sharp, individual points of pain a dull hum of discomfort began to permeate throughout the fox's rump, and he could almost feel the heat radiating off his sore cheeks as they were slapped lightly but firmly by his lover's hand. He was very much aware however that throughout this endurance trial, with every slap to make contact with his rump and every jerk of his hips in reaction to that painful contact, his now fully stiffened erection rubbed against Conner's thigh, stimulating itself against the raccoon's soft grey fur. Before long Robin was whimpering with every touch that his boyfriend lavished upon his ass, but he wasn't sure anymore whether those whimpers were sounds of pain, or of pleasure.

_Fwap.

Fwap.

Smack _ .

White hot agony lanced through Robin's body as he felt Conner drive the force of his spanking up yet another notch, still working with the flat of his paw alone but now delivering full bodied smacks to the bare cheeks of the fox's ass. Robin yelped and kicked out at the air, but he didn't lower his tail. He screwed his eyes up to hold back his tears, and focused instead upon the sensation of his cock shuddering and throbbing against Conner's lap with each increasingly savage impact.

_Smack.

Smack.

Smack._

Robin howled as a thick spurt of pre-cum oozed out into Conner's soft fur, his crotch almost humping against the raccoon's lap by now thanks to the force of Conner's spanking. It hurt, yes, but though he could barely believe it himself Robin really could feel himself distancing this pain from that which had tormented him earlier in life. He knew it was Conner doing it, and he could hear the raccoon's professions of adoration for him ringing out thick and fast, the praise and enthusiasm with which Conner was granting it growing with each successive impact. That fact didn't dull the pain by any means, but it transformed it entirely. It wasn't born of cruelty and hatred, of malice and masochism. There was no foul stench of stale booze in the air, and no gruff cries of a man who didn't deserve the title 'father'. This wasn't anything like the past. This was Conner's doing, and Robin trusted Conner. He trusted him, and believed him when he said that it would take but a single word to end this blissfully worry-free torment.

"Stop!"

No sooner had that single word rung out around the bedroom, cried in a voice so clear and confident that it made the raccoon almost question whether it had come from his boyfriend's muzzle, Conner's hand fell still in mid air.

The fox turned his head, shuddering and teary eyed, towards Conner, and their gazes met.

"You stopped..."

Robin gasped breathlessly, the corners of his muzzle twitching, then turning upward.

Conner, stunned by the sight of his lover smiling, nodded wordlessly.

A deep, longing growl escaped Robin's lips.

"S-start again. But this time, use the paddle. Don't hold back."

Without waiting for his boyfriend's reaction, Robin turned away from Conner and buried his face in the bedsheets, closing his eyes tightly and awaiting the agony that was soon to come. He could feel his cock throbbing beneath him in anticipation. He could feel Conner's body shaking beneath him, the raccoon now more nervous than he was. He felt so empowered. So alive. So free for the first time in years. Decades even.

"I love you, Robin."

Thwack.

The wooden board hit home with as much force as Conner dared apply, square on the mid point of Robin's two cheeks. It wasn't as hard a strike as the brutal strokes of Robin's father, but still the paddle struck with strength enough to drive anyone into convulsions of pain. Robin wailed into the bedding, kicking with his legs and pounding his fists against the bedding. He felt Conner pause, hesitate, waiting for the fox to tell him to stop. That command never came.

Thwack.

Robin screamed in gleeful anguish, his balls boiling, his cock straining and drooling liberally over Conner's fur. It hurt so much, but that was okay. The pain was okay, because behind that pain was so much love and compassion. Conner only wanted to help his boyfriend, and that utter commitment was channelled into each and every swing of the paddle.

**Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.**

An ear-splitting howl of pain and pleasure echoed throughout the lover's bedroom as Robin came, hot ribbons of his rich seed spurting out over Conner's thigh while more blows rained down upon him. Each impact gave rise to a fresh wail of agony and a fresh explosion of ecstasy. Conner sobbed until his throat was raw, and clawed at the bedding with such force that he could hear the loud ripping and tearing sounds of the sheets ringing in his ears. His heart was pounding so fast, his adrenaline and dopamine levels skyrocketing under the unbearable barrage of sensations. Inwardly, unable to vocalise anything but savage, feral screams, Robin begged for this moment not to end. He was terrified that each bone-shaking impact would be the last, and that with it this high, this rush, this supreme feeling of confidence and security would abate.

**Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack!!**

The last stroke was the hardest of all, and Robin's entire body convulsed in violent rapture as the pain combined with the last oozing dregs of his orgasm, spinning a full one eighty degrees into an immense surge of potent, indescribable pleasure. He shrieked wildly, tossing his head back, kicking, flailing, sobbing helplessly, and fell limp and still a split-second later. Finished. Spent. Done.

Some time passed. Seconds, minutes, hours, days. Somewhere in that general ballpark. All that Robin knew was that the next time he became fully coherent and aware of his surroundings, he was lying on his stomach with Conner beside him. His ass ached with a dull, throbbing pain, but that pain was being soothed by a pleasant sensation. Robin looked around, and blushed as he watched Conner carefully and lovingly applying some soothing balm to his furred rump and the tender flesh beneath that rather flattened looking fur.

Conner saw Robin looking, and smiled softly.

"You look happy."

Robin said nothing, but nodded. He frowned a moment later though as he felt tears springing into his eyes. Trying and failing to blink them away, he sniffled and wiped his hand across his face. Conner saw this too, and with his balm coated right hand still working its gentle magic on Robin's rump, he nuzzled up against the fox and lapped playfully at the side of Robin's muzzle.

"I'm so proud of you. I... I don't think I could have done what you did today. Not unless you asked me to, anyway."

Turning his head towards the raccoon, Robin's own tongue fought back against Conner's playful lapping. They met mid-stroke, and both males retracted their tongues, grinning and blushing. A kiss followed, long and lingering.

"Conner. I know I'm not fixed. I mean... I know this one time isn't going to solve all my problems, but, I... I really do feel different."

When Robin finally spoke up, several minutes after their kiss ended and the two males simply lay there together, resting their foreheads against one another and looking deep into each other's eyes, the raccoon's smile faded. It wasn't because he was unhappy to hear this, quite the opposite, but it was just such a big thing to hear. It didn't seem right to smile, or to gloat in any fashion. This was an incredible step, just to hear Robin acknowledging that he felt a change, and he dared not jinx it with arrogance.

"You know that I love you no matter what though, right? Whether you change or not, you're still my big strong foxy guy?"

The fox smiled, nodding.

"I know. But... I think I can be stronger. I think I can be more than the man you can be proud of now. I... I think I can be a man that I can be proud of."

It was Conner's turn to grow teary eyed now. He whimpered softly, and hurriedly snatched up Robin's face in his hands, pulling the fox into a deep kiss and entirely forgetting about the balmy hand-print he was leaving on one side of Robin's head. Only when the kiss ended and they drew back from one another, breathing heavily and blushing, did Conner realise what he'd done. He giggled, cocking his head to one side to observe his... handiwork.

Robin raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

The raccoon giggled harder, louder. His mate huffed playfully.

"Not gonna talk, eh? Well... maybe I'll have to find another way to get the information out of you."

In a gesture of such forthright and open sexuality as Robin never would have dared display in the past, the fox pushed Conner away from him with one hand, rolling his lover over onto his back, and pulled himself into an attacking posture with the other. He knelt down, drawing his body around and forward in an attempt to assault Conner's as yet un-aroused but ready and no doubt soon to be willing crotch with his muzzle and tongue. Before he could make good on his obvious intentions however, a yelp of pain escaped his muzzle and his lower body reared up from where it was resting against the heels of his feet.

Robin whined mournfully as he slumped back over onto his side, and craned his neck over his shoulder to observe the damage. He glared back at Conner a moment later, and whined again, louder than before.

The raccoon blinked several times, trying to work out what was wrong. Then it clicked, and he snorted with laughter.

"Oh, baby... my sweet, horny foxie..."

A soft growl escaped the fox. Conner only laughed louder.

"Silly vulp. You're gonna have to keep that ass of yours out of contact with anything else for at least a couple of hours, give the swelling time to go down. Then we'll find you a nice soft pillow to sit on."

Robin winced as he gingerly pressed a finger against one cheek of his rump. He smirked regardless though, and shot a dirty look at Conner.

"Laugh it up. You're the one whose not gonna get blown now."

Opening his muzzle to utter yet another retort, Conner only just seemed to recognise the truth of what Robin was saying. His mouth hung open for a few more seconds, gaping wordlessly, before closing itself again. He frowned. The fox grinned, blushing happily.

"Of course, I guess I could still blow you while I lie on my side like this. But you'd have to bring that cock of yours over here. Do you think you could manage that?"

Conner groaned softly, already rubbing at his sheath, coaxing forth the pink tip of his erection as he watched Robin teasingly, confidently lick his lips. He was already falling head over heels for this new, more confident fox, and while he knew it would take more than one brief session with their paddle to make this transformation of character permanent, he was more than willing to reap the benefits as they came. The raccoon nodded hungrily, and spoke to his lover even as he began to shift position upon the bed, moving his needy loins ever closer to the fox's hungry, waiting maw.

"Yeah, I think I can manage it. In fact, I know I can. Trust me, and I'll show you."

By Jeeves