Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
My yowl seems to excite Bobby, and I am certain it must excite Angelo.
The cane sweeps through the air and makes another snapping sound against Bobby’s ass. I watch as Bobby grits his teeth and sucks air through them, his eyes lighting up with pain. He truly enjoys this, to the extent it truly does not feel like he is being punished at all.
I feel very much differently about my predicament. When the next stroke lands on my ass, a half-inch or so below the first line, I scream and grab at the desk for comfort and solid anchoring. It is so intense, a pain that makes my ass a complete burning mess.
Tears are already beginning to leak from my eyes as I start to cry. It’s mostly because of the pain, but it is partly from embarrassment. I feel so very small and so very bad that I have forced Angelo to punish me like this.
Bobby practically purrs when the third stroke lands. I am wailing before my third stroke arrives, fearful and squirming and even considering breaking position until Bobby reaches out and grabs me by the wrist.
His touch makes that harsh third stroke of the cane slightly more bearable. There’s pain everywhere, pain all throughout my body, radiating from my ass to every appendage I have.
“Angelo, sir. Give me hers,” Bobby says, as he looks into my watery eyes. “I can take them.”
“She’ll take her own strokes, boy. She was capable of earning them, and she’ll learn to be capable of taking them.”
The fourth stroke makes little impression on Bobby, but leaves me in fits of tears. I am sobbing against the desk, my tears streaking my face and pooling on the wood.
“Let this be a lesson to you, Riley,” Angelo lectures me from behind. “When you play at Bobby’s level, and in his ways, you will take the same punishments he does. One of you needs to have a clear, cool, professional head. I expected that to be you, but now I find myself thrashing a pair of wild beasts.”
I hear two shots land across Bobby’s ass, rapid fire. Bobby’s fingers contract around my arm and I know that must have hurt, even him.
WHAP! WHAP!
The same two swift shots land across my ass, practically in the same position, aimed infernally at the gap between my ass and my thighs. One would have been bad enough, but two landing in that sensitive region makes me absolutely decompensate on the spot, bursting into gasping gales of hot tears.
Bobby pulls me across the table and into his arms and comforts me with soft little noises. I don’t know what it is about me that he likes, but I am glad he does because right now I need a hug more than I need anything.
I find myself next to him but also somewhat under him. He is using his body to shield me from further strokes, though I know nothing would stop Angelo from making those land if he wanted them to.
“Adorable,” he purrs in those dark Sicilian tones of his. “You two are getting along so well now. It is fortunate I can punish you so easily together. On your knees. Both of you, next to each other.”
I should have known Angelo’s punishment was far from over. A harsh caning is not enough to satisfy his need for discipline.
We take up position in front of him, and again I am glad to have Bobby by my side. I would be so thoroughly intimidated if it was just me, I think I would have been sobbing from the beginning. It is not amusing being in trouble with Angelo.
Angelo reaches out and grabs us both by the hair, one of our heads in each of his hands. He proceeds to use us like the things were are.
He fucks Bobby’s mouth for a few strokes, then pulls out and fucks mine. Back and forth his dick plunges deeply into Bobby and then into me. This is intimate, like kissing, but with the punishing thrusting of a dominant cock.
Finally, he chooses to pull Bobby’s mouth all the way down on his cock, filling him all the way to the throat. He comes down his throat with a growl of dominance and possession, gagging his boy until every drop of cum is spent.
I feel somehow as though we have gotten off lightly. Angelo has punished us, but I have spotted glimpses of his true anger in the past, and I feel none of that arctic cold now. It is all over, and all seems to be forgiven.
“Go get dressed, you two,” Angelo orders. “It is time we ate.”
15
There’s a particular way the light shines through the strobing effect of the ceiling fan. I am lying in bed on what should be a very ordinary day, but something is happening. Something I did not anticipate. Something that makes me wonder if everything is wrong.