Page 46 of Tank’s Weakness

I pick up a large paddle with holes in it. It’s meant to cause pain, but according to the lady at the adult store, only the pleasurable kind. I pat it on my hand as I walk around him.

“How many do you deserve?” I ask.

“As many as you deem appropriate. I’m your toy, and I disobeyed you.”

I feel my lips turn up as I try to hold my composure.

“Count them.”

I smack him on the ass lightly at first. His body still jumps. He lets out a little moan.

“One.”

I do it again, harder this time, his moan growing deeper.

“Two.”

The third time, I hit amp up the power, testing his boundaries.

“Three.”

I do this three more times until he finally winces.

“Six,” he pants out, pain in his tone.

His ass is red all over since I alternated where I hit. He won’t be able to sit down without thinking of me, which makes me ridiculously happy. I always thought when I read that in books that it was a little extra, but here I am, doing it myself and loving every minute.

“Sit up.”

He does, his face contorting in both pain and pleasure as he evaluates the feeling both in and on his ass.

I move to the bed, sitting down on the edge. “All right, boy. You’re up. Do good or I’ll make that look like child’s play.”

I don’t even know where the words are coming from, but they flow as if they were always there, and he is eating every one of them up.

He crawls to me without me asking, and I love that he knew exactly what I wanted.

I don’t know much about this dominant-submissive thing, but I know I am sure going to love learning.

Tank

Tonight is becoming everything I never even dared to dream of. First, she cooked dinner. Then she was so prepared for what we were going to do after dinner. Now? She is surpassing everything I thought I could ever want in a woman.

The way she is dominating me? She’s a natural, and I am loving every second of it.

Her tone is confident. She isn’t questioning what she is commanding me to do. She is just doing it and expecting me to answer.

I really did try not to touch myself while we were apart, but I wanted to be stretched out for her. It earned me a punishment, but I can’t say if that will deter me from doing it again. I so want to be her good boy, but being a bad boy has its perks too. I almost came from the hits to my ass.

Kneeling at her feet, I wait for her to open her legs, which she does easily. Then I slide closer.

She wants me to pleasure her, so that’s what I do. I alternate between licking and rubbing her clit while also fingering her to try to bring her pleasure. I know she’s digging it. She has her thighs wrapped around my head so tight, I can’t hear anything. Still, she isn’t getting there, and I have no idea why.

Pulling my fingers out, I lick her from slit to clit. Then I take a new approach. I’ve never eaten a woman’s ass, but tonight is the night for firsts, and she did say maybe in the questionnaire.

Slowly, I circle her asshole with my tongue. She moans, so I use one hand to rub her clit while I press my tongue inside her ass. She moans, pressing closer to me. She must like the feeling if she is going for it. I let her ride my tongue, prepping her ass for what she might one day let me do to it. Her sounds of pleasure fill the room, but still, she doesn’t get there.

Finally, after several minutes she pulls away from me.