When Will You Learn That You're Actions Have Consequences? Pt. II

Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of your actions.

He trails off when Kuza holds up his hand to signal that he should be quiet.  Kuza's hand shifts to point towards Chris' bunk. Chris understands the hint, but hesitates. "But..." He whines, desperate for attention.  Kuza's hand stays in the same position, pointing toward his bunk, for a second longer before pulling the curtain closed again. This would seem cruel to some but this treatment has been well discussed between the two to be used as a form of punishment. Chris actually suggested it when they discussed what punishments he would consent to as well as his safe word in addition to the use of the color system. RED for stop, YELLOW for slow down, and GREEN for continuing the scene. Among things discussed were the usage of the paddle, flogger, ball gag, cock ring, and nipple clamps, as well as others. Chris was also the one who demanded that those items be brought on tour with them and Kuza agreed, noting that they would most likely be employed quite often. It looks like he was right about that. Even after the curtain is closed in his face, Chris still hesitates in deciding how far he wants to push, knowing the punishment will be longer the more he does.

With one more whine that turns into a whimper halfway through, he retreats to his bunk as directed and pulls his curtain closed. That whimper tugs at Kuza's heartstrings so hard that all he wants to do in that moment is pull Chris close for a cuddle, but he knows that giving in right now wouldn't be good for how out of control his baby is at the moment. He's desperately yearning to enter subspace, to give up control and let someone else take the reins for a little while. Else he wouldn't have behaved the way he had onstage. Kuza is beyond delighted to be that person for Chris. Thankfully within the hour, they've left the venue and arrived at the hotel that had been booked for after the show. 10 minutes more, they're all checked in, and headed to their respective rooms. Chris trails behind Kuza as they enter their room for the night, with Kuza opening the door, letting Chris go first and shutting the door softly behind them.

The tension is palpable, you could cut it with a knife. Chris sets his bag down and turns toward Kuza, looking for direction. For the first time since the show, Kuza makes eye contact, the granted connection betwixt the two brings Chris to his knees, whimpering. "Stand." Chris struggles to his feet. "Strip." He begins removing his sweaty clothes, a pitifully false look of innocence painted across his face. Kuza breaks eye contact, walks towards him, and sets his bag on one of the queen beds. "Daddy..." "Christopher, I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth." He lets out a forlorn mewl at that. "Not another sound from your lips. Not. One. Single. Sound. You are going to stare at the wall behind you for the next 5 minutes." Kuza takes that 5 minutes to unpack all of the tools of punishment that Chris had personally picked out and had him take with them. He then digs through Chris' bag for a tie that he knows is in there because he packed it himself. He takes another few seconds to put a bottle of water and a bottle of Coke vanilla in the fridge, then set out a towel and wash cloth in the bathroom for later.

"Face me." Chris turns around. Kuza attaches the clamps to each nipple, then points to the empty bed, the unspoken command understood and heeded by Chris immediately. He lies on his stomach, hands above his head, and waits for any more directions. Kuza binds his hands together, much like his own were less than an hour ago, and secures them to the headboard. Before they start, Kuza always likes to ask for consent. "What's your safe word?" "Arugula." "Good. Anytime you need to stop, we will stop." "I know." The mood shifts as they both mentally prepare. "Do you know why you're being punished?" Chris is silent because Daddy told him not to speak. "You may speak. Answer me." He mumbles his answer into the covers. One hard spank across his left cheek jolts him. "Let's try that again, shall we? Do you know why you're being punished?" "Yes, I do." He sobs. "Why are you being punished?" He sniffles before answering. "Because I teased Daddy on stage, during the show." "How did you tease Daddy?"

"I shook my ass in his face several times." "Mhmm, and you didn't have permission, did you?" He whines as he turns his head and hides his face under his right arm. Another hard spank lands, this time on the right cheek. "Answer me." He hiccups as he draws his breath in. "No, I didn't." Big fat tears stream down Chris' face, and it breaks Kuza's heart but he can't afford to be swayed. "So, you knew this would happen. You knew that you would be punished and you still chose to act out, is that correct?" "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry!" "Oh, baby. It's too late for apologies. You know that." Chris nods with his face planted into the fabric of the covers. "Tell me why you did this." "Because..." Looks like Chris needs some coaxing. "Because isn't a full sentence, baby. Nor is it an explanation. Tell me what you need." He continues to cry, turning his head to face Daddy. Kuza stares into his watery brown eyes. "Tell me." "I need to be punished, Daddy! Punish me! I need it! Please!!" "Since you asked so nicely." Kuza smooths a hand over his behind, spotting the blue gemmed butt plug nestled between Chris' cheeks. Kuza retrieves the cock ring and quickly slips it on his paramour.