Page 35 of Plaything


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“No, Mistress Elise.”

She smiled as she slipped the snug ring around the head of my cock. She pulled back the sides of the head to open the slit, and then as she pushed the ball bearing into my dick, the outer ring came to rest under the crown of my dick. The feeling was intense and uncomfortable. I may have started to see spots as Elise closed up the cock cage around my shaft. Everything was tight, and though it was uncomfortable, the dirty cravings deep in me were celebrating.

“There. Now, we don’t reach for things without permission, Andrew, is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Elise,” I confirmed that I had learned my lesson.

I began to relax a little because I thought that there was a good chance she was just messing with my head by bringing out the paddle. She was just trying to scare me.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she directed.

I didn’t hesitate, but my mind began racing as I recalled how bruised my ass was from last night. My ass cheeks were still deep red colored with some areas of purple. Tomorrow I’d see hints of blue perhaps. And if she was going to add to that now…well, I could be in some serious trouble for work tomorrow.

“You will count out loud and will stop when you reach thirty,” Elise stated as she brought the paddle to my ass.

“Thirty,” I repeated.

I tried hard not to make it sound like a question, but really, I wanted her to stop for a moment and think. Maybe if she heard me say the total back to her that she’d stop and realize that thirty swats from a wooden paddle after giving me twenty-five not even twenty-four hours ago, wasn’t a wise idea. Especially given how bruised I was.

On my hands and knees, I could feel the pressure in my dick from this urethra plug. I started to sweat a little as I wondered what a jarring motion would feel like in my dick while plugged like it was. Elise patted my ass with the paddle. The paddle bounced against my bruised skin, gradually becoming firmer. Then the first real swat struck. It caught me unexpectedly, and I lunged forward from the pain. There wasn’t a warning or warm-up strike, it suddenly happened.

“One,” I gritted out.

Smack!

“Two! Ow!” I hissed, and in a knee jerk reaction, I reached back for my tailbone that she hit. I was sure she hit it in error, or due to poor aim.

Since I moved out of position, she went into this small fit of anger and hit the upper part of my ass near my lower back with the paddle.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Fuck! I recalled when she hit Joshua on his lower back. It instantly drew James to his side.

“Did I tell you to move?” Elise yelled.

“No, Mistress,” I began, but she cut me off.

“You are not to move. What number are we on?” she barked.

I had hoped she would have stopped and thought about what she was doing. She hadn’t even given me the time between the first and second swat to recover my position, then she hit me in rapid succession, grazing my lower back.

“What number, Andrew?”

“Two,” I said weakly.

“What? Are you certain?”

“Five.”Shit.“Five, Mistress Elise. Five.”

“We’ll start over since you’re unsure.”

* * *

The sprayfrom the shower made the skin on my ass feel like it was being cut open. Damage from yesterday’s punishment stacked on top of the prior day had left me feeling worn out. My entire ass had been paddled to a pulp. Most of it was red, with areas that had broken blood vessels and actual cuts. My ass hurt so much that I wasn’t able to wash over the flesh with the sponge. Instead, I had to press the sponge against my back so the suds would cascade down.

As I stood in the shower, I began to wonder how I’d make it through a day of work. Thankfully, my job was to stand and fill coffee orders, but my skin was on fire. I welcomed the cool air in the garage while I got dressed for work. I stood in my boxer briefs and gently pressed the palm of my hand against my ass. I could feel bumps and knew they were welts forming. I was concerned because I had never been this wrecked before. Though, I had never played with someone who played with so much emotion.

It wasn’t a completely bad thing. Elise just needed to control it, and I would help her with that.