For the first time, he was spanked by his master.

Being slapped by his master wasn't on George's agenda that day. He was, however, not one to be a snob.

The day at work was long, exhausting and difficult. The moment he walked through the BDSM club helped him feel better, even though it was unusual to go there on the morning of a Monday.

The thing that was remarkable about those who were true to their beliefs and didn't give into pleasure. He wasn't usually able to afford the luxury of that.

The master entered his room, he was wearing the leather harness and nothing else, he felt his dick tighten in his pants.

"You've been acting out, George."

"What did you do to give it away, Master?"

What a joy it was to call another "Master". Let someone else take responsibility for everything. He didn't even know the name of his master, and it wasn't necessary to.

"Vivian said you're late , and that this isn't our day. I'm not a fan of late appointments, baby."

George turned his head away as he resisted the urge to be touched by himself.

"I am sorry."

"That's not going to cut it. Now, I'm going to have to penalise you for doing it."

"I understand, Master."

He was patient until his master sat down and then sat in between the legs. He slid his pants down and showed his underwear.

He'd never been spanked before.

The first blow was gentle. There was barely a smack of his fingertips against the cheek's skin.

"I believe you'll keep this lesson in mind for a couple of days."

George smiled at himself. He was tough and he would not let go. However, a rush of excitement accelerated his breathing.

The next five strikes were a slow , but certain crescendo that had the man breathless. After he said a grunt and his master strode over his thigh and lowered it until he was relaxed.

Each time was, however, a lot more difficult than the one before.

The next crash was a more unexpected crash, and he groaned. He was a bit desperate and hurt.

"You must bear some more, sweetheart. Are you able to endure it?"

"Yes Master!" the man said with complete confidence.

He was in error.

He was repeatedly slapped six times

The boy was not able to recover after being hit. When the master made a stop for just a few seconds the tears were forming in his eyes.

His Dick was rock-hard right now, hot and dripping. His master smiled with his dark eyes shining with a sly smile when he saw.

"Are you aware of what I'm planning to do when I'm done spanking?"

George reduced his gaze and shook his head.

He was.

"I will you suck you up until you're not able to bear it any more."

He let out a breath of desire. If he'd been a good person and had been happy, he'd be able to enjoy his life now, rather than being penalised.

George was seated on the lap of his master with a smile of submissiveness and hope.

"Hhmm," his master was thinking, "you have been good to date. Maybe I should insert a butt-plug into your head first."

He kicked his a$$ and George was tense, ready for the hurt. The area was hot and numb.

Each hit was more painful than the one before even if the master wasn't as harsh on him.

"Tell me if you'd like a butt plug, my dear," his master whispered.

He slapped him once more, but this time he was more aggressive and faster.

"Yes Please I'm desperate!" He blurted out.

"That's an honest man that's right, there's a fact."

His master kept him in his place and slapped him over and again till the only thing George did was plead to the spanking to cease.

As he noticed the butt plug was entering him, a loud , angry yelp came out of his mouth. He stood up, hands in fists.

Each punch was accompanied by a rush as his muscles twitch involuntarily.

George could not stop the flow of tears. George was hurt, but was sucked into joy while at the same time.

It is as hard as a stone and unspoiled.

He grumbled about how much the man needed to be fucked.

The Master laughed and then slapped him two more times.

He was caught up in the whirlwind of sensations.

At last, he felt a slight cooling as well as the master's approval in his ear, applauding the man for his resiliency, George shivered and let his master care for his needs.

He got up on his trembling legs, and settled on a sofa with a good cushion without noticing the pain in his insecurities.

The master stripped off his jacket and offered massages to his tight shoulders before dropping his hand, lubricated and oiled hand over his finger.

His master began pumping at a slow, firm pace.

Its plug gave a new layer of pleasure.

He whimpered, his hips bucking against his master's grip on his daddy.

"Can you allow me to have a chow? Would you?" George said, his voice wagging.

Master Kissed his back neck, and kept his hand placed on his navel restricting his movements.

"Not yet, love. Let me help you build your love a little bit, okay?"

George attempted to maintain control of his body.

The master aided him to slow down the pace at which he sensed George was getting close to becoming cum. His muscles were stiff and painful and he was frustrated. He felt his master's pressure on his lower back.

Master's thumb brushed across his head. He nearly landed right there.

"Please, master. Please, let me cum," he moaned when the finger on his navel was pushed up to his chest, and then was wrapped around his neck.

His breathing was barely sluggish But George did move his hips with his master's hands. Twice, twice, and three times.

"You're an honest gentleman, George. I really struggle with Cum I'd like to meet you."

He choked harder and increased his briskness. George looked up and groaned loudly, his hips moving in a fast tempo.

It wasn't long before the man was pouring his cum all over the master's hands.

He made sounds he'd never ever heard before, with his body getting tighter around his buttplug, the orgasm getting longer and more intense.

He leant his head against the chest of his master, and then closed his eyes, inhaling deep.

"You've been so great all day, Georgie. I am really impressed with your manner of conduct."

The master brushed his hair and kissed his temples and spoke encouraging words until George was so relaxed that he could not even remember the stress he felt one hour ago.