Chapter 4 #4
I tense up briefly when I feel someone behind me.
The hand in my hair continues to guide me, like one of the barmaids isn’t swapping out the empty water glasses above me.
But then they’re gone, as if coming across a customer getting his dick sucked in the middle of the establishment is perfectly normal. Which it probably is right now.
“Good boy.” The praise is whispered above me, sending a wave of warmth through my body and guiding me down into that headspace.
It happens again, of course, and not just from a tavern worker, but other customers who want to stop and watch the proceedings.
Each time I notice someone, I get brought out of things a little, though the more it happens, the less it affects me, the murmured words of praise helping me to sink back down.
When I look up, the look I get back is full of lust, pride, and a big dose of cockiness.
He’s showing off on purpose. He wants people to see this, to see me on my knees for him.
After a while, I’m not sure he’s even trying to cum, or if I’m even trying to make him cum.
I’m just enjoying what I’m doing and thinking about the fact that he wants to show me off like this only sends more of that familiar warmth to my belly.
All good things must come to an end though, and after both men have had enough oral attention, Nylan and me are pulled up from our knees and saliva-slick dicks are tucked back into pants.
After leaving a generous tip on the table (especially considering I think we only had water), the four of us exit the tavern and say our goodbyes.
Nylan has to work a morning shift tomorrow, but we have plans to meet up again in the evening, or so we are informed by our owners.
By the time we get home, I’m starting to get a little sleepy. I’ve sobered up a bit, but I’m still kinda buzzed and feeling good, despite the drowsiness. I walk up behind Khazak as he opens the door, snaking my hands around his waist to cop a feel.
“Are you sure you can even stay awake for that, pup?” He jokes as he walks us inside, me still awkwardly hugging him from behind. “Besides, I believe you earned a few demerits today.”
“Did I? Are you sure you’re remembering that right, Sir?” Uh oh. Time to backpedal. I release his waist. “You had a lot to drink tonight.”
“Not nearly as much as you, puppy.” He turns to face me, sounding suspiciously sober. “Do you have any idea how strong those drinks Nylan kept feeding you were? And you had five.”
“That many?” My voice goes higher than I meant it to.
“Mhmm. And let us not forget you little performance on the dance floor.” He takes a step toward me, an evil smirk on his face. “A very blatant attempt to provoke myself and Ragnar.”
“Hey, that was all Nylan.” I half-smile with a half-nervous laugh, pointing at the orc as I take a step backward.
“I am sure it was.” Another step, same smirk. “Yet you made no attempts to stop him.”
“I didn’t want to be rude?” He’s not buying it, and I take another step backward, this time hitting the back of the couch.
“Yes, and I am so proud of how polite you have become.” His words drip with sarcasm as he crowds me against the couch. “Which is why you have only earned yourself another ten. I believe that brings the total to twenty. Correct?”
“Correct, Sir.” I bite my lip, still half-smiling. Lying isn’t gonna do me any favors, and I know Khazak is only teasing me anyway. I mean, he really is going to spank me, but I’ve come to look forward to these kinds of “punishments” in their own way.
“Pants off,” he tells me as he pulls off his vest. “Then turn around and brace yourself against the couch.”
“Yes, Sir.” I nod, bending down to take off my boots before starting on my pants. When I finish, I’m only in my harness and jockstrap, bent over and holding on to the back of the couch.
“Good boy,” he tells me, standing at my side and running a warm hand across my ass. “You are to count them for me. Ready?”
“Ready, Sir.” I squeeze the edge of the couch and wait for the first blow.
*smack* Left cheek. “One, Sir.” See, it’s not that these spankings hurt less.
*smack* Right cheek. “Two, Sir.” I mean, they do in the long run because I’m not left feeling them through next day.
*smack* Left. “Three, Sir.” It’s that these types of spankings—the counting kind, rather than the “until you cry” kind—usually lead to other fun activities.
*smack* Right. “Four, Sir.” Which is why I’m not worried. Khazak enjoys this game as much as I do.
*smack* Both, oww. “Five, Sir.” But fuck if they don’t still sting.
Sir spanks me fourteen more times, alternating between sides and keeping me guessing.
Pain grows with each strike, but so does a familiar warmth, starting in my ass and spreading to the rest of my body.
It also gets my blood pumping, particularly in the area around my crotch.
By the time we almost finish, my whole body is flushed, and I can feel the front of my jockstrap tenting.
*smack* Both. I hiss in pain. “Twenty, Sir.” I stand up and stretch as a hand rubs across my freshly-pinkened ass, unable to hold in a yawn. As much as that turned me on, I’m feeling pretty relaxed too. Spankings are weird.
“You took that beautifully, puppy.” He turns me around and gives me a kiss on the forehead. “We have a busy day tomorrow, so now it is time for bed.”
“You sure there’s nothing else you want with me, Sir?” I try to give him my best bedroom eyes before he turns me to face the hallway.
“There are plenty of things I want to do with you, pup,” he admits as he walks us into the bedroom. “But tonight, I have something far more fun in mind.”
“What’s that?” I ask with a yawn, lifting my arms so he can pull my harness off.
“Not allowing you to cum until tomorrow,” he states, completely serious as he pulls off his own.
“Aww, what?” I pout, followed by another yawn. “Who’s that fun for?”
“Me,” he jokes, pulling me over to him. “But somehow, I think you will survive. I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow.”
“Promise?” I half-ask, half-mumble as we climb onto the bed together.
“Promise, pup.” He pulls the covers up over us and settles us onto the pillows.
“M’kay, Sir,” I mumble against his chest, and a light kiss to the top of my head is the last thing I feel as my consciousness fades away.