Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Good boys got spankings.
Something that felt like a mix of relief and anticipation washed through me as he drew out the first spank. It made me nearly lightheaded as I waited and could almost feel my emotions filling the room. “Don’t forget to fuck yourself. I love watching you be my good boy.”
Every time I thought I couldn’t blush any more he helped me realize I just wasn’t trying hard enough.
As I wondered how red my face could get before it popped, Master decided to fix the situation by bringing his hand down right over the plug.
He was very helpful.
“That’s right. Such a good boy.” It took me a moment to realize I was moaning and humping Master’s lap.
Yes, good boy.
I was his good boy.
Working the plug so it would nudge against my prostate with every rocking motion, I was rewarded with another spank that slammed the toy into just the right spot.
Perfect.
Master was so smart.
He remembered my list and I hadn’t needed to tell him anything.
He even knew to spread out the spanks all over my ass to keep the fiery pleasure going as long as he could.
“Yes, you look so nice with a pretty pink ass.” He paused, squeezing one cheek and making a happy sound as I groaned. “Caged and pinked and plugged…yes, we’re going to need to start our weekend this way next time.”
That sounded wonderful and frightening.
I knew there had to be a catch, but it just took me too long to figure it out.
Master went back to spanking me and even found the next setting on the plug, so being slow wasn’t my fault. “Oh, that sounds like you’re enjoying your reward. Next time we’ll start with a spanking and then end the weekend with your orgasm. That way you’ll be thinking about it even more all weekend.”
Evil.
How had I not realized just how evil he was?
Oh, another good one.
“Please…Master…” I just needed one more…anything.
I could feel myself shaking and it took all my focus to keep rocking and clenching around the toy I knew would make me come if I could just get it right. Everything else but the plug and Master’s hand felt far away, and I wasn’t sure how I had enough focus to even breath.
As it felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces, leaving my orgasm just out of reach, Master spanked right over the plug again and it fired through me like a rocket. The highest setting had pleasure screaming out of me and I could feel the confused rush of sensations flooding me as it almost felt trapped.
Without an erection, it was the craziest head-trip and I let the strange pleasure take me away to where the logic of it didn’t matter at all, and I didn’t have to worry that cum was leaking out of me with every rough thrust of the toy against my prostate.
At some point, everything faded away and there was just a floating pleasure that wrapped itself around me…then there was Master kissing my head and I found myself blinking up at his smiling face. “There’s my boy.”
He seemed worried about something, so I lifted one heavy hand to cup his face. “Are you okay?”
That took way too much effort, so I started to wonder if he had a good reason to be worried…but then he smiled and I was very confused. “That was going to be my question to you.”
Oh.
“My spanking.” And my orgasm. “I’m here.”
I thought that was a reasonable answer but it made him chuckle. “I can see that now. I’m glad you’re here.”
He looked like he needed a nap or an orgasm, so I decided to see which one he wanted. “Do you need a nap or to come? You look…you look something.”
Yes, very something.
I thought about closing my eyes because they were so heavy, but Master was still worried. “Do you need a hug?”
Maybe it was a hug kind of problem?
He worried a lot.
“You are adorably insane.” For some reason, he thought I needed a kiss, but since I’d never turn down one of his kisses, I just enjoyed it until he pulled away smiling. “I accept that you’re fine.”
Good.
Had I said I was fine?
I was but that didn’t seem like a word I’d use to describe how tired I was.
“Thank you.” Yes, that was a good answer since he was so confused. “Snuggle me?”
His smile perked up again and I knew that’d been a very good response to his weirdness. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”
He was definitely the adorably insane one…and I’d tell him that once I was more awake.
“Good. That’s good.” His giggle said he needed sleep more than I did, but as he wrapped himself around me, I realized he was still hard. “Oh, that’s not good.”
“Why?” Master frowned, clearly not realizing he had a problem.