Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Giving the naughty head in question a flick, I chuckled again as Finley whined. “You’re a very lucky boy, Finley. I happen to love little heads that want wicked attention.”
His romantic sigh made me smile but I didn’t let him distract me any longer. “Wait right here, pet. Close your eyes and listen to your new friends who are going to be cheering you on in just a few minutes.”
The way he shook his head as he closed his eyes gave me the impression he was going to do his best to be very quiet, but I didn’t believe that for a second. Instead of calling him out, however, I just laughed quietly and gave his ass a condescending pat that had him blushing and groaning.
Yep, he didn’t believe it either.
Leaving my naughty boy for a moment, I headed back toward the living room and into the kitchen. It took me a minute to find what I was looking for, but eventually, I found the set of wooden spoons my mother had been sure I needed to have when I’d moved out.
She was finally right, but not for the reasons she would assume.
Grabbing a medium-size one that had just a bit of heft to it, I headed back into the bedroom to show Finley what I’d found. He was still in position and giving the impression he was still hiding, but the way he sucked in a breath as I walked in said he’d definitely been peeking. “Look what I found, pet.”
Finley hadn’t been lying when he’d confessed to having a love-hate relationship with the simple tool. His cheeks heated and he hid against the bed, but his legs spread wider as he barely held back a moan. “Master…”
Master, please don’t stop?
Master, please don’t tease that I’m just a naughty boy?
I wasn’t sure how it all connected in his head, but it was obvious that even though he wasn’t little he found being treated like one wonderfully humiliating. “I think it’s time for me to help my naughty boy remember how to be good.”
Just the hint of it was enough to have him whining and shaking his head. “Master, I’ll be good. I’ll remember.”
“This is just going to help make it easier to remember, pet.” Not hearing his safeword, I walked confidently over to the side of the bed, trailing the smooth surface over his needy ass when I got close enough to touch him. “You forgot to keep your penis nice and pretty for me and you were even thinking about coming without permission. A reminder is definitely in order.”
The faintest teasing had him sending me wonderfully mixed signals. Whining and hiding his face in the bed like a child while waving his ass around like a naughty slut were just the tip of the iceberg, but they were my favorite.
Keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t be the one the neighbors heard, I kept up the soft caress of the spoon over his bared skin. “It’s my responsibility as your Master to make sure you remember the rules you’ve agreed to and to help you be obedient.”
Giving him a light tap, I smiled as he sucked in a breath and jerked. My cute drama queen was ready for any excuse to let everyone hear him and he was just getting warmed up. “Making sure your penis stayed hard was not a lot to ask, pet.”
Spanking him with the spoon, I started a slow rhythm that soon had him whining again. “All my little slut had to do was to keep thinking about me and thinking about all the naughty things you want me to do to you.”
Letting the pleasure and heat build, I increased the intensity until he was moaning and his ass was arching up to beg for more. “That shouldn’t be hard for my little slut.”
Slowing down, I stretched out each swat just enough to make him desperate for more. Having the perfect pleasure for only a few seconds before losing it had him frantic and needy. “Please…I….”
His words were sexy and sweet…and louder than they needed to be and at a higher pitch than he usually used.
Yep, he’d found just the right angle to make the game even more humiliating.
Smart men were so sexy.
“See? You’re my pretty slut, aren’t you?” Tapping low on his cheek, I gave the seat of his ass a nice smack that echoed through the room. “Is that what you want?”
As he whined and nodded, wiggling his ass temptingly, I sighed. “No, I need the words, pet. Tell me you’re my slut and beg for it to be harder.”
The sexiest whimper escaped as he shivered, trying to hide against the bed again. Making a quiet tsking sound, I shook my head. “That’s the only way I’ll know that you’ll remember to be a good slut next time I have your penis out to give me something pretty to look at. What are you and what do you need, pet? Tell me so I know you’re my good boy and I’ll let you come when you’re done with your spanking.”