“Oh, you’re awake, sir. How are you?” Cody asked in a soft voice.
“Fine. Ready to get your punishments for disobeying me?”
“Yes, sir. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Somehow, I think you’re wrong. But that’s a discussion for another day. Let’s shower first.”
Rising, Dylon pulled his mate from the bed and led him by his cock into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stepped in with his mate, giving Cody the soap and washcloth, saying, “Make sure you clean me everywhere, including my hole.”
“Yes, sir,” Cody said, as he started soaping Dylon and then followed his instructions. He wasn’t going to disappoint his mate.
Chapter 12
Cody was kneeling at Dylon’s feet, waiting for his mate to speak. His mind was at rest, his body relaxed, and he knew he was safe. That was a world more than he had yesterday. He was comforted by his strong life thread, now firmly connected to Dylon’s heart. Never had he expected his Fated Mate to have the training to give him what he so desperately craved. And yet here he knelt, after being claimed, now firmly owned by the man in front of him. He didn’t know what his brothers would think but didn’t care. This is who he was.
Dylon looked down at his mate, so still in a perfect submissive pose. Studying him, he saw slow breathing in a body devoid of tension. He saw Cody’s pure silver aura radiate from his mate and knew his mate was at peace—finally. Time to begin. “What did you do wrong, my pet?” he asked.
“I didn’t have your permission when I came, sir.”
“And…”
Cody’s mind went over everything that happened so far. “I didn’t answer you when you asked me a question, sir.”
“And…”
Cody couldn’t think of anything else. “That’s all, sir.”
“Are you sure, my pet?”
Taking a minute to think, Cody answered, “Yes, sir.”
“No, my pet,” Dylon said, then feeling his mate’s confusion, he continued, “You spoke without permission. My rule specifically stated you would not speak unless I asked you a question and you were not to speak otherwise unless I give you permission. Yet when I gave you two different orders, you spoke.”
Cody then remembered. Catching himself, he said nothing, waiting for permission to speak.
Dylon heard Cody’s quick intake of breath and was pleased when he heard nothing in response. His mate was learning. The Shaman told him how important it was to keep absolute control in the bedroom for it would become Cody’s safe haven from his visions. In there, his mate would be free of all the terrible images he’d carried around for years.
“For coming without permission, I will cage your cock for 24 hours. For not answering when I asked you a question, I will paddle you ten times on each cheek. For speaking without permission, you will wear a butt plug tonight so you remember who you belong to. Your ability to speak in this room will always be controlled by me. Do you accept your punishments?”
Cody’s body responded to the mastery of his mate. His nipples became hard little nubs as his cock grew.Oh yes, I want this.“Yes, sir.”
Dylon walked over to their closet and retrieved a wooden paddle his Shaman had given him. Sitting at the foot of the bed and petting his lap, he said, “Come here, my pet and take your punishment for not answering my question.”
Cody rose, approached his mate, then draped himself across the sweatpants-covered legs of the man who owned him, body and soul. He felt Dylon adjust the placement of Cody’s cock and knew instantly he was not going to be allowed to come as he had with the previous spanking. Settling his riotous emotions, he tried to still his body while waiting for the first swat to land. His plump bubble butt was still rosy from the spanking he’d been given several hours before but knowing they wouldreceive more punishment only excited him more; he couldn’t control the flexing of his ass cheeks.
Lowering one hand to touch the perfect globes, Dylon felt a shudder go through his mate. He loved how they felt in his hand and started to rub and massage them. A deep guttural moan rose from his chest as he felt his cock grow hard. This was punishment for him too. He wouldn’t come either.
Without warning, he swung the paddle which landed with a loud smack on one cheek resulting in a grunt from Cody. Rubbing his hand over the deep red paddle print on his mate’s left buttock, he could feel the heat. Then he swatted the other cheek, taking time in between each smack to caress and sooth his mate’s paddled globe. Twelve more times Dylon raised and lowered the paddle, each time just a little bit harder, knowing his mate needed it. By the sixteenth time, his mate was sobbing, as the pain from the paddling consumed his body.
Dylon paused, waiting to hear a safe word but none was uttered. The Shaman told him how important these punishments were in helping his mate deal with the guilt he had over the plight of the people in his visions, yet it was breaking Dylon’s heart to listen to Cody’s sobs. Stepping outside the rules the Shaman had given him, he asked Cody, “Ma moitié,do you want me to stop?”
Cody understood how hard it was for his mate to administer these punishments but he needed and wanted them. His crying caused by the paddling was cathartic and was helping him restore his soul. “No, sir, please continue.”
Now Dylon had two left to do, one on each cheek. By now, Cody was wailing, but his cock had hardened and now pointed straight down at the floor.
Keeping his legs open to prevent any friction on his mate’s cock, Dylon raised the paddle and brought it down on the deep red left cheek. Lifting it, he placed his hand on it and felt the heat the paddle had inflicted. He paused. Then, rubbing the soon to be paddled right globe, he listened to the sobs coming from his mate. After completing the last stroke and throwing the paddle on the bed, Dylon lifted his mate and settled him on his lap.
Hearing the quick hitches in his mate’s crying, he knew Cody was feeling pain. Hugging him close, he rubbed soothing circles over Cody’s back. After his mate stopped crying and was once again calm, he asked, “Do you know why I needed to do your punishment?”
