“It’s part of me. You know how some people wear a cross? This means that much to me,” Andrew explained.
I looked down into his pleading eyes, and they almost softened me. Almost. Until he added the next part.
“It’s important as a wedding ring.”
I had a wedding ring and occasionally slipped it on from time to time. It meant the world to me. And his fucking mouth reminded me that I lost Jacob.
Out of anger for the reminder that Jacob was gone, and that my finger no longer showed that I belonged to someone, I gripped his chain and tugged with more pressure until I saw the look in his eyes. I let go of the chain and charms, letting them fall back against his chest.
“Well, it certainly doesn’t look like a cross or a wedding ring.” I sat down and tried to calm myself. I took a sip of water and cleared my throat. “Fine by me though if you preach to the letter ‘A’ Gods, or have some attachment to the letter ‘A.’”
I ate in silence and acted as if he weren’t kneeling next to me. I could feel as though he were biting his tongue, which was probably a good thing for him right now. I used to wear a wedding ring that showed that I was loved and cared for too. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see his hands slowly opening and closing on the top of his muscular, tanned thighs. As I ate, I justified my behavior.I told him to remove everything.
I picked up a couple of green beans with my fingers, and without looking at him, I held the beans out for him to eat. He hesitated, but I kept my hand where it was, and eventually, he ate the green beans from my hand. During the rest of my dinner, I occasionally held food out to him to eat while I devised his punishment for not following my directions.
“Andrew, please clear the table, put the dishes and pots in the dishwasher. Then go put your little necklace in the garage with your other items. When you are done, meet me in the living room for your punishment.”
I stood and started to go to the spare room where all of the toys were kept, but then stopped and turned to face him. Andrew was standing at the table and was gathering the dishes. This time I had no trouble letting my eyes roam his incredible body. I would be enjoying that delicious body very soon.
“Do you have any questions about what is being asked of you?” I questioned him so that we don’t have another misunderstanding.
“No, Mistress Elise. I don’t have any questions.”
“Good. Then I will meet you in the living room once you’ve completed the assigned tasks.”
In the spare bedroom, I made quick work out of selecting a cock cage and a paddle. I opted for the thick lacquered wooden one because I knew damn well that this would make a statement. I carried my toys back to the living room and waited for Andrew. I heard him load up the dishwasher, and then he quickly walked through the living room on his way to the garage with his broken necklace. Andrew returned a few moments later and stood next to the coffee table.
“I completed the tasks that you asked me to do, Mistress Elise.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that the two simple tasks didn’t pose a problem for you, or confuse you,” I said sarcastically and stood.
I spun the paddle in my hand by its handle and tapped my fingernails on the large flat side. I walked behind him and pressed the paddle against his ass and dragged it from his right cheek across to his left. I smiled at Andrew’s tan lines. It was evident he spent a lot of time outdoors, and his body was a beautiful golden color. All was golden with the exception of about ten inches from just below his hip bones down his legs where shorts must have covered him.
“Of course, I didn’t think that my earlier instruction to remove everything would have been a hard one for you to follow either, but you proved me wrong.”
Andrew was a masochist, so there was a good chance that he’d enjoy the hard paddling that he had coming his way. I didn’t want him to be able to achieve an erection. I opened the clear acrylic cock cage and placed his cock in its confinement.
Touching Andrew’s youthful cock took me down memory lane as I recalled touching Jacob’s cock back when I had been in college. The skin of Andrew’s heavy cock was soft, though he was beginning to harden in my hand. As I put his cock in the cage, my hand brushed some of his soft, dark curls at the base of his cock. It was evident that he cared about his appearance and took care grooming himself. I pulled the head out of the opening at the end and then closed the cage until the top and bottom half snapped shut. The end of the cock cage was open so the head of his dick would be outside the cage. That way, I could taunt and tease him mercilessly, and so that he could go to the bathroom.
“Have you worn one of these before, Andrew?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” he replied.
“Why does that not surprise me?” I asked under my breath.
I picked up the paddle and gripped the handle tightly as I took a few steps behind him and to the left. “Part your feet approximately two feet apart…Bend at your waist and keep your hands on your lower legs. If you move or bring your hands off your legs, we start over. We’ll go to twenty-five swats.”
“Yes, Mistress Elise.”
Andrew moved into the position that I had instructed. My eyes focused on his heavy ball sack that blocked most of the view of his cock that was locked up in the cage. Though, after each swat, I could see the sack move, which then gave me a glimpse of his cock. He called out a number after the heavy paddle made contact with his flesh. After a while, it was almost like tunnel vision as I watched the paddle connect with his skin and the dark red and purple colors that were already forming on his ass.
“Twenty-five,” Andrew managed to get out.
“Now, you may stand up,” I told him.
Andrew stood and hissed as his feet came together. His hands balled up into fists and rested against the outside of his legs.
“Now, tell me why you were punished, Andrew,” I requested. I stood in front of him and waited for his response.
