The Box
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody
Warning: Slash and discipline
The Box
Tom opened the black box Dorian had just given him.
"Dorian, you aren't going to use this on me, are you?" he asked.
"I most certainly am. After that little stunt you pulled today, you deserve it," Dorian replied, rummaging around for some rope.
Tom sighed. At least it wasn't a whip.
"Now are you going to be a good boy at let me punish you or am I going to have to tie you up?"
"I'll be good."
Damn, Dorian thought, he liked it when they were bad. He undressed Tom, God he loved his body. Tom got on his hands and knees, anticipating what was next. Dorian picked up the paddle and smacked it hard against his ass. Tom yelped.
"Am I going to have to gag you?" Dorian asked.
"It would probably be a good idea," Tom said.
Dorian gagged Tom and proceeded with his punishment. He didn't stop until Tom's ass was a nice red color. The stupid boy would think twice before risking his life again. Tears were streaming out of Tom's eyes. He could tell Dorian was truly angry with him and he hated making him that angry.
Dorian took that gag out and gently rubbed Tom's back.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked.
"Yes," Tom stammered.
"Good. Now show me just how sorry you are."
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Tom laid stretched on his stomach with Dorian next to him.
"That was excellent Tom."
"Thanks, I have a pretty good master."
Tom kissed him, pushing his tongue down his throat. He should buy Tom presents more often.