Page 25 of Storms & Sacrifice
“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 spankingshurt less.
*smack* Right cheek.“Two, Sir.” I mean, they do in the long run because I’m not left feeling them throughnext day.
*smack* Left.“Three, Sir.” It’s that these types of spankings—the counting kind, rather than the “until you cry” kind—usually lead tootherfun 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.” Butfuckif 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. Spankingsare 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 timefor 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 funin 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 thatfun for?”
“Me,” he jokes, pulling me over to him. “But somehow, I think you will survive. I promise I will make it up to youtomorrow.”
“Promise?” I half-ask, half-mumble as we climb onto the bedtogether.
“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.
Chapter 5
“You look like shit, David,” Liss grouses from acrossthe table.
“Elisabeth!” Corrine manages to look offended onmy behalf.
“What? He does.” She shrugs.
“Good to see you too, Liss.” It’s Astraday morning, and I am back at the labor camp for visiting day. I almost didn’t make it. After our late night out with Ragnar and Nylan, Khazak and I nearly overslept and forgot about it. He was the one who remembered while we were still groggy and lying in bed, leading to us very quickly throwing our clothes on and rushing down here so I wasn’t late. Which is why I looklike shit.
“You alright?” she asks, actual concern inher voice.
“Yeah, just worked late. That’s all,” I lie.
“You working this festival thing, too?” Aaaand now I feel bad for lying. “They’ve had me and Adam setting things up the last few days. Mostly stuff like booths and stages, but yesterday? We set up a bunch of bed pallets in a park. Big ones.” She pauses, leaning closer to me over the table. “You hear what this festival is supposed to be celebrating?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy stuff.”Of which I am an active participant.“That’s uh, why I was workingso late.”
“You know, when I left home with you guys two months ago, it was to prove I was more capable than my brothers, not to be the first to end up in jail.” Liss sighs. “At least they have no idea what’s happening.”
“Trust me, you aren’t the only one happy their family is clueless right now.” Liss and I share a knowing look, but out of the corner of my eye, I see Corrine looking down a little awkwardly, and I realize I’ve never actually heard her talk about her family before. “Sorry, Cor, what about your family? Do you want to write them a letter or something? It might take a while to get there, but I can make sure it’s sent out.” I checked with Khazak about how sending out mail from here might work, mostly out of morbid curiosity. While there’s no spell-o-gram office in the city for obvious reasons, they’ve got a system for sending both regular mail and messenger pigeonsfrom here.
