“Yes, Captain,” I repeated, the warmth spreading in my chest at his command.The shame and embarrassment rose to the surface as I went down on all fours and presented my backside for punishment.
“Such a naughty fellow,” Domingo commiserated, moving to stand where I could see him as the sounds of a drawer opening and closing preceded the appearance of a braided riding crop before my eyes.
“Say your word if you want to, but if I don’t hear it, you will get ten of these in quick succession, and we’ll consider the matter done.”
“Aye, Captain,” I muttered, not about to say my stop word when that crop was out and Domingo was here to witness the games we liked to play.
“Shall I have Domingo do the counting?”
“Yes, Captain,” I said immediately, glancing at my young friend, so close in age to me, and lovelier than any prince or princess I’d ever heard tell of.
“English or Spanish?”Domingo asked, with a wink.
“Spanish,” Dinesh said.
The crop whooshed through the air and landed on my left buttock with a slap as the stinging pain spread over my flesh.
“Uno,” Domingo said.Then muttered something else in Spanish that I had no hope of understanding.
“Pardon?”Dinesh asked, smoothing the tip of the crop over the skin of my arse, bringing up goosebumps.
“I said that Rooster has an arse for spanking.”
“For all kinds of things, in fact,” the captain said.“Isn’t that right, Rooster?”
“Yes, Captain.”
The crop came down twice more, in the same spot.The captain could be cruel with his torment.
“Dos.Tres,” Domingo said.
The next two brought a cry out of me as the captain wasn’t holding back anymore and the strikes hurt like bloody hell.Nothing I couldn’t handle, and in the usual twisted way, the pain added to the debasement I lived for.
“Cuatro.Cinco,” Domingo counted, his voice breathy.He was enjoying this.“Cuantos?How many?”
“Ten.We are half done,” the captain stated.
My head hung, and I rocked my body, helping the burn spread and absorb into my muscles and tendons.
“Seis, siete,” Domingo said as the captain brought the crop down, switching between buttocks but hitting the same spots each time.
“Ocho, nueve.”
Finally, one last quick and forceful strike that made me cry out and utter a quiet sob at the smarting pain the crop left behind.
Domingo hissed a breath and came forward, sitting on the mattress and cradling my head in one arm, bending to kiss my cheek.
“Diez.Are you all right?”he whispered.
“Aye,” I gasped.“Perfect.”
“You a pain slut, then?”
I glanced at him, never having heard that term.“Seems like it.”
The captain cleared his throat.“Up on your knees again, Rooster, facing me.Hands together in front.”
I did as he asked.
