A/N: I see from the Traffic Stats that people are reading, but this chapter may be a little intense for people who have a problem with corporal punishment. (Um...although not nearly as intense as a later chapter...) I'd love feedback of any kind, but if you're too embarrassed to publically review, please feel free to message me privately! ;-)
Previously:
Daniel straightened his cramped legs, gaining his balance and standing up. He had to keep his back much straighter than usual to ease the rope's tug on his balls and he stood in a mockery of attention, like a parade ground soldier.
"Very good, Daniel. You look lovely. Now go fetch, boy."
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Chapter 10: A Lesson in the Physics of Wind Drag
Yes, fetch like a dog in a dog collar- Daniel didn't trust himself to look at Vala. He moved off, padding barefoot and quiet over the wood floor, his back rigidly upright, a wedgie from hell irritating him. Vala had run these latest ropes directly between his cheeks, and his butt twitched spasmodically in outrage at the intruder. The rope was smooth, it didn't really chafe, but it didn't belong there, damn it. The two cords making up the harness passed to the outside of his genitals and butt cheeks, thank god. But still... Walking stark naked with four lengths of rope running snug and unrelentingly through his crotch was not something he was really used to. Daniel's hands jerked automatically to adjust the irritating ropes, but they, like his balls, were on a short leash.
At the breakfast nook table, even the act of retrieving the paddle was humiliating: he couldn't simply bend over naturally, he had to perform a kind of squat with his knees and angle forward, butt thrust prominently behind. Knowing Vala watched just made his face flame all the more and what little blood wasn't coloring his face was stiffening his cock.
By the time he arrived back in the living room, jutting cock bouncing before him like a ship's figurehead, Vala waiting with an expectant smile as she sat on the coffee table, one leg crossed and swinging idly, any thoughts of clobbering the irritating woman with the paddle and wriggling out of his bonds evaporated.
He handed her the paddle with it resting on both his hands as if it was a relic of some kind, like a squire offering a weapon to his knight.
"Thank you, Daniel." Vala took the paddle, inspecting the holes she had drilled. She poked a finger through. "Now we find out if the holes work, hmm?"
She rose and pushed the coffee table to one side, directing him to his knees. She had him face one arm of the couch, holding on to it as best he could with his foreshortened arms.
"Daniel, you are being punished for multiple counts of rudeness, disrespect, bad language and disobedience," she stated with a formal air.
Daniel wanted to scoff at this, but found his throat too dry to do more than swallow.
"You will receive eight strokes of the paddle. You will count each stroke."
He thought he was prepared. Those humiliating yelps of last night? That was just because he was unprepared. Then with a whistle the first stroke landed square on his ass and a cry tore past his gritted his teeth. If he thought her earlier swats were painful, these were an order of magnitude worse. What the hell?
"Hmm, that answers that question," Vala murmured. "The holes work."
Why was it hitting so much harder? Why would holes...? Oh god, that was it, with holes on the flat surface it would lessen the wind drag, making the paddle strike faster and harder- The next impact forcefully cut off his musing on physics.
"The stroke doesn't count if you don't count, darling," Vala sang out cheerfully.
"One!" he gasped immediately. "Uh, no, two!"
She chuckled. "Sorry, darling, that only counts as one. And this one will be 'two,'" she prompted, landing a third blistering wallop.
He arched sharply with a choked cry, his cock grinding into the couch. "Two, two!" he shouted in desperation.
"Easy, sweetheart, I hear you. Two it is."
And so it went... The ropes of his harness offered no protection and if anything, constricting from the sides and between, they pushed his two cheeks to even greater prominence. He barely managed to moderate his cries, trying to hold on to what felt like the last shred of his dignity, but at the count of eight strokes, actually nine he thought resentfully, his butt felt positively scalded. He dropped his head, breathing in great gulps.
Vala gave him a moment, then cupped his chin, turning his head, his upper body twisting to follow.
"This is what punishment will be like, sweetheart," she said sympathetically, then continued formally, "Please tell me why you were just punished, Daniel." She held up a warning finger. "And I suggest you think of your poor bottom and answer politely."
There was no use resisting her when he was naked and bound. He tried to get his panting under control, blinking away his tears- no not tears, his eyes were just watering. "I-I was rude and disrespectful and used bad language," he said.
"You forgot one, darling."
"And-and disobedient."
"And what is the polite form of address?"
"Vala," he amended quickly.
"Now again, fully and completely."
"I-I-" He swallowed and collected his thoughts. "Vala, I was punished for being rude and disrespectful and using bad language and being disobedient," he recited, the childish phrasing unavoidable. He found he couldn't meet those stern grey eyes.
"Good boy, Daniel. Next time, I will expect the same recitation before punishment as well as after. If there is a next time," she amended.
Her hand cool and assured, Vala suddenly grasped Daniel's cock...which he just noticed was throbbing as hard and urgently as his flaming rump. When had that happened, and why? He knew it had shriveled away during the harsh paddling, but it pulsed to prominence now.
"It doesn't have to be punishment, not if you submit." Vala stroked his sensitive flesh in time to the fiery throbs. "It's really up to you, darling."
He dared to meet her eyes, remembered the night before when she had brought him to orgasm. An orgasm he didn't need. He didn't. He didn't need stuff like that.
He blinked, staring in confusion at the mesmerizing grey eyes. Why was he reacting like this? What did it mean? It couldn't mean what she thought it did, it just couldn't. She was wrong, she had to be. He dropped his eyes again, shaking his head.
Vala released his penis, letting her fingers trail away from the straining organ tantalizingly, Daniel arching in helpless reaction, his body seeking contact of its own accord.
But Vala only laughed. "Now, are we properly chastised and ready for our chores, sweetheart?"
He wanted to growl and snap at her, but all he had energy for was a nod.
"Use your words, darling."
"Yes, Vala."
Again she helped him rise, sighing with appreciation at the sight of him. "Oh my, so lovely."
He kept his eyes lowered, biting his lip nervously.
"I know it scares you when people notice your sexuality, but you are a truly handsome man," Vala said.
He was perversely pleased no matter how much he told himself not to be, but he couldn't let her think something as ridiculous as that first part. "I'm not scared, Vala," he insisted.
"Not scared of what?"
"Of my se- Of what you said," he finished lamely, irritated at himself. Could he not even say the word 'sex' out loud? God, he did sound scared. But he wasn't. Really, he wasn't. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as some people, but he wasn't scared of anything. He just didn't like talking about it. Or thinking about it. Well, the good thing was his irritation caused his cock to subside enough so he could walk.
Back in the kitchen, Daniel awkwardly gathered up the breakfast dishes and placed them in the sink. He fingered a butter knife longingly, but it was useless. Whatever knife Vala had used to chop the scallions was nowhere to be seen now. But if he could break a glass and cut even one of the ties fastening his hands- Unfortunately Vala was never far. She went to her bag on the coffee table, but the sink looked out over the open bar, completely visible from the living room. She came back with a bottle of lotion and applied it to his sore rump, spreading the lotion perfunctorily, a flowery scent rising. He clamped down on a sigh of relief, her cool hand and impersonal touch welcome in this instance.
Finished with the lotion, Vala leaned a hip against the counter and asked, "Will you use the dishwasher?"
"No," he said shortly, then, his still hot and tender butt clenching, amended hastily, "Um, no, Vala. It's not worth it. I usually just wash stuff by hand."
She nodded. "So practical, my Daniel."
When he finished, putting the last plate on the drain board and wiping his hands on a dishtowel, Vala stood and said, "Would you like a bath, darling? I know I would."
"I prefer showers. Vala."
She smiled. "What's wrong with the whirly-tub? Is it broken?"
"No..." he answered reluctantly. "I just don't have time for baths, Vala."
"Well, there's time today," she said decisively. "Come on."
tbc
