Page 101 of Connor and the Dragons

“You did.”

“And I want to know what it feels like. Pain and pleasure at the same time. Being fully owned and controlled and used. So I may have been extra cheeky. On purpose. For some time.”

“I noticed,” Connor said. “Wanting it isn’t an offense. You could have just asked.”

“I am asking now. Please spank me. Make sure I’m your good boy. Very sure.”

He stepped in close. “When Vyranthos gets loud, you tell me or Kess. Right then, not a week later. I don’t care if it’s the middle of dinner and I don’t care if it sounds stupid. We can’t help you with him if we don’t know he’s there. If you find yourself fighting him, we’ll call you back.”

“Oh,” I whispered. Nobody had ever offered me that, not even when I was little, when my parents were desperately trying to teach me to contain Vyranthos.

“Say it back.”

“When he is loud, I tell you or Kess while he is loud. I will make sure you know.”

“Good boy.”

It dropped through me the way it always did, straight down to my cock, and I had to take a breath.

“Has anyone ever spanked you before?” Connor asked.

“No. I have been hit plenty, but nobody was trying to make me come at the time.”

“So we don’t know how Vyranthos will respond.”

“He might not understand that it’s for fun,” I said. “He might think you mean it.”

“Right. So I’m going to keep checking in with you, touching you, making sure you stay hard for the entire punishment. You being horny is what keeps you in this body. And you will tell me if he reacts poorly.”

“That is going to be the filthiest safety procedure in the world,” I said.

“Your safe word is dragon. You say it and I stop, right then. You’ll never be in trouble for saying it. You can use it for any reason, for yourself or for Vyranthos.”

“What if I say dragon for another reason? It’s a common word for a dragon.”

Connor laughed. “Not in bed, it’s not. Nobody says it by accident with his ass in the air. I will immediately know what you mean.”

He had a point. When Vyranthos came up, words were the first thing I lost, but I could manage one.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh. “Over my lap.”

I got there fast.

He was still wearing his robe, and the silk felt delicious against my bare cock, which he arranged for me, tucking it down between his thighs and then closing them. I was trapped. My hands were on the floor and my toes barely touched it on the other side, and my ass was presented for his use.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I will try to do better.”

“You will.” He squeezed, hard enough that I felt each finger dig into my flesh.

“But not so much better that you never have to spank me,” I added.

He didn’t reply, but his hands tightened a little as he arranged me. “Twenty to start. Count them.”

The first one landed on my right cheek with a crack that filled the room. I yelped. It stung, hot and bright, and then the sting sank in and turned into heat, and the heat went straight to my cock.

“One,” I said, astonished. “Oh. Oh, that is good.”