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

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

"You're going to stay still and count for me." He nods to show that he understands. He raises his hand and brings it down swiftly. "One!" He waits for two beats and brings another down. "Two!" This continues until they reach 15, with Kuza landing the spanks at irregular intervals so each one's a surprise with the clamps adding additional sensations every time he jolts forward. Chris is weeping in earnest now. In contrast to his tears, he's also very turned on. Kuza rubs his hand across the burning crimson stained behind of his beloved. Chris wiggles in response. "Ah ah ah, I said be still." Chris whines, his face smushed into the covers. Kuza breaks character to check that Chris is okay to continue. "Color?" "Green." He clears his throat and continues. "Now, do you want the paddle or the flogger?" He sniffles before replying. "Can I have both? I need more. Please, Daddy?!" Kuza stands, cracks his knuckles, and retrieves the flogger.

"You're going to count and thank me for each one." He brings it down immediately after. "One! Thank you, Daddy!" Yet again the hits come at irregular intervals, stopping at 15 once again. "Thank you, Daddy!" Kuza puts the flogger down, examining Chris' reddened bottom, checking to make sure he hasn't broken the skin. "Are you sure you want the paddle as well?" "Yes, Daddy!! Please!!" "What's your color?" "GREEN!!!" Kuza retrieves both the paddle and the ball gag. "Open your mouth." Chris complies, opening wide, and Kuza affixes the gag to his head, making sure it's not too tight. "You are going to stay completely still and silent. I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Any squirming increases the amount you get. Got it?" He nods his acknowledgment, saliva already escaping from his mouth, and dripping onto the fabric of the cover. Halfway through the 10 strikes Kuza had initially planned on giving him, he notices Chris slowly but surely grinding into the mattress.

He stifles the smile that briefly graces his face. Chris is probably doing it involuntarily, not even realizing it, but Kuza has to increase the amount to 15. By the end, Chris is full body shuddering from the sweet and intoxicating painful pleasure Kuza has inflicted upon him. His face is once again smushed in the mattress, his teeth clenched around the gag, panting rapidly, trying his hardest not to make a sound. Kuza drops the paddle to the bed, rifles through his bag for the aloe vera he brought and the package of Oreos, leaving the Coke in the fridge for when they're totally finished. He sets the Oreos on a nightstand, by then Chris' shudders have stopped, and he removes the gag. "Color?" Chris whispers his reply. "Green." "How do you feel?" "I wanna cum, Daddy. Can I cum? Please? I'll be good. Please let me cum." "You took your punishment well, so I suppose you can have a reward for your good behavior. How do you want it, baby?" He turns his head towards his Daddy with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Umm, will you fuck me? Please?" "If that's how you want it, I'd love to oblige." His acquiesce garners a soft smile from his Sub. He leans forward to unbind his wrists from the headboard. "No, leave it." "Are you sure? Your wrists must be at least a little sore by now." "I can take it, I promise. Please?" "Alright." "Um, would you flip me over? I want to look at you while you fuck me, and I want you to kiss me." It's a good thing Kuza had left a little bit of slack because if he hadn't, Chris' wrists would've been in a more awkward and painful position than they will be in a second. Kuza slowly rotates Chris so he's laying on his back, facing up. He pushes Chris' knees towards his chest, takes a few seconds to toy with the butt plug, drawing whines from his lips. "Daddy..." Tugging on his restraints, he squirms in his grasp both trying to escape the sensation and press into Daddy's hand for more. He pops the plug out, Chris' asshole practically winking as he clenches.

Kuza rubs his fingers against it a few times, dragging out more entreating whimpers, and brings his mouth down to taste him. The whimpers get louder but he makes no effort to fast forward to fucking Chris, no matter how loud he gets. He suckles for a few seconds more before licking two fingers and sheathing them inside, searching for the spot that makes Chris see stars. Finding a second later, he presses hard on it, eliciting moans that turn into shrieks of ecstasy. Soon Chris starts babbling pleas for Kuza to fuck him already, stuttering through them on repeat. "DAd-dyyyyy!!!! I-i-i need youuu!! I-n-inssii-de meeee, Pleeeasee! Pleasee, Daddy!" He smirks to himself, satisified that his touch still drives Chris wild. He pulls away, shucks his jeans, lubes himself with the aloe, and slides in. Chris sighs once he's all the way in, exactly where he needs him to be, pressing in, and hitting all the right spots. Kuza stays absolutely still for a few seconds, letting Chris adjust to the fullness.