Page 61 of Beautiful Disaster

I draw my hand back, and it makes contact with his smooth ass, the smacking sound ringing out in the barn. His ass cheeks clench as I smack the other side. He pushes out his ass, telling me he wants more. I’m happy to give it to him.

After I smack his ass a few more times, I say, “It hurts my feelings that you feel the need to talk back and argue with me. I only want what’s best for you. Making you happy makes me happy. You don’t make things easy, Jinx. Don’t you want me to be happy?”

He quickly nods.

“Hmm, it’s hard to tell sometimes.”

He pushes out his ass even more, and my smile turns crooked. “Do you feel you need more punishment?”

He nods again.

“I’m going to give you five more smacks on each cheek. You are going to count out each one. Understood?”

Another nod.

I draw my hand back and hit him harder this time. I’m sure he can take more, but I won’t push him beyond this. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure, but too much pain dampens the arousal for many, especially so for Jinx.

“One!” he cries out.

I smack his other cheek. “Two!”

My hand tingles and stings. I relish the sensation. Spanking is one of my favorite forms of punishment. It’s humiliating and hurts a little, but it’s meant to arouse.

“Don’t move,” I tell him after the tenth spanking. I brush my palm over the heated flesh, admiring my handiwork. It’s angry red. “Such a lovely, naughty ass.”

I reach into my coat and pull out the washed toy, wrapped in a plastic bag, along with a small bottle of lube. I flip the lid of the bottle and squirt a little oil into his crease, rubbing it in over and inside his hole. Jinx groans and squirms for more.

After I lube the prostate toy, I spread his cheeks with my fingers and probe the tip against his hole. He opens up for me, and it’s sucked right in. It’s not very big, but it has a wide base. It’s just enough to stay put. What he doesn’t know is that I have complete control over it.

Once it’s in, I wipe my hands on my jeans. I’ll wash them later. I pull up his underwear and pants over his swollen cock, zipping him up and helping him lift his hands over the hook.

Jinx turns to face me, keeping his head down. I lift his chin with my fingers. “How do you feel?”

“Horny.”

As am I, my pet, I tell him in my head.

I pull the remote from my pocket and show it to him. “What you’re wearing is a prostate stimulator. This is the remote.” I press the button on the lowest setting. Jinx closes his eyes and breathes through it as his body visibly shudders. I’ll ease into different strengths. He needs to be turned on, not numb.

“Let’s head back to the house. As usual, when we’re in the house, you’ll get naked. You are not allowed to touch your cock at all. Is that understood?”

His face looks like it’s literally whining, but he nods.

I drive us back to the house in my truck. Every time we go over a bump, which is often, Jinx hangs onto the handle over the door and closes his eyes, groaning. When I chuckle, he scowls at me.

I hop out of the truck, noticing a package at my front door. It’s finally here. “Grab that, would you, my pet?”

Jinx picks up the box, and we head inside. After we remove our coats and hats, I finger his hair, fixing his hat hair. He looks at me with wide, soft blue eyes. I could’ve sworn he purred.

Cupping his jaw, I pull him into a kiss. He smells of leather, hay, and horse. There’s just something about it that I love.

“Go on. Open it. It’s for you.”

“Another gift?”

“For us,” I correct.

Jinx rips the box open effortlessly and takes out the toy in another box that I’d ordered. It’s clear as day what it is since there’s a picture on it.