"Clearly you need remind'n. It's not your job to think so damn hard, Buck. Not your job to do anything but what I tell ya. But I've been lax, I guess. Given you too much room to think, wind yourself up." Gentling his grip on Bucky's scalp, Steve tugs forward until he's resting against his knee. Like a perfectly trained hound

He doesn't know why this works, just that it does. "S'awright. You don't know any better, I'll sort you out."

He's had enough time to get himself under control now, to rub tge cramp outta his wrist and thigh, will his cock to settle some. Buck gets a little bit of that petting and approval for a moment longer before he gives his hair a light tug.

"Come on up, Buck. Gonna put you over my knee. Give you ten good hits, then if you're sorry? I'll let you come. But you gotta make me believe you mean it." He doesn't think that'll be a problem. He'll, Buck might shoot off while getting spanked.