This position was only… slightly uncomfortable; arms forced behind his back with his ass in the air and his face against the cold floor. Uncomfortable from the position itself but also from being at someone’s mercy, which he was unfamiliar with to say the least. Of course, he could easily break out of the flimsy cuffs currently holding him hostage, but that wasn’t the point. At least not this time. This was new, different, and exhilarating. Especially when it was you holding all the power over him.

You were the only person he’d willingly bend at the knee for. It was impossibly arousing, to be ruled over by you and your control. Being tied up and shoved around… Fuck he could cum just from the thought of your dominance.

Sylus hissed sharply against the floor as you suddenly snapped the leather crop against his ass and fuck does leather against leather sting more than he anticipated.

“You’re not listening are you?” You leaned down, gently patting the crop against his pretty face now, something like disappointment written across your face.

Shit, have you been talking to him?

“…I am now.” Sylus chuckled breathlessly, straining to look up at you from the floor, feeling the warmth of his brief punishment blossom over his skin.

“And it needs to stay that way unless you want to be here for longer.” You emphasized with a good press of your heel against his back, leaving dirt and grime from your heel onto his black suit vest.

“Mm, yes ma’am.” Sylus huffed, getting comfortable as he shifted his knees on the floor.

“Be a good boy.” You warned, watching him squirm slightly, reaching down to gently scratch your fingers against his scalp like a pet.

“Mhh…” Sylus mewled quietly, eyes closing.

He knew the rules. After all, moments like these were rare and special. No moving or misbehaving or you’ll start from zero again. Sylus exhaled slowly, relaxing the muscles in his thighs as he listened to the clicking of your heels stopping right behind him.

A sudden chuckle from you made Sylus raise an eyebrow, but his eyes widened when you brushed the crop against the bulge in his tight leather pants, aching for attention from its one and only mistress.

“Oh you really weren’t listening to a thing I was saying.” You clicked your tongue, smacking his bulge in light strokes, sending waves of dull pain and pleasure straight into him as he arched against the floor

“H-hm? I was- I was listening,” Sylus half chuckled, half moaned.

Sharp and fast, you snapped the crop against his ass, the impact ringing in both of your ears as he gasped, body tensing in pain from the warning hit.

“You want to lie to me now?” You grinned down at him, watching with sadistic satisfaction as he writhed in pain on the floor, knowing his skin must be burning hot already. Nothing was more satisfying than seeing him moan out from being spanked. From being dominated.

“N-No, ma’am. I’m sorry.” Sylus swallowed thickly, half turning and looking back in a slight wince. His eyebrows were furrowed as he attempted to smile at you.

So cute.

You silently pulled back for another hit, cracking the crop against other ass cheek, watching as he moaned louder. His muscles rippling in pain, tensing and aching as he panted against the floor.

God, he could feel his dick straining against his pants, shamelessly throbbing from being spanked over and over. It hurt so good he couldn’t help the blood rushing down to his groin.

“F-Fuck… hit me harder.” You could hear the smirk on his face.

You didn’t miss a beat and cracked the crop three times in quick succession against where his ass met the back of his trembling thigh, earning a ragged groan from his throat. His arms flexed against his hand cuffd, threatening to tear right through them as the sharp pain dug deep into his tender flesh. Both his skin and blood felt like they were searing with third degree burns.

“Shhh, be good, Sy.” You soothed a hand across one of his forearms, mesmerized with how his muscles relaxed immediately at your touch. He was breathing hard, straining against the himself to be good, to be a good boy for you. It hurt, it hurt so bad but it felt so good at the same time. One part of him wanted to fight but the other wanted to just melt into the floor from your hands alone.

“…More,” Sylus rasped after a moment of your soothing words.

“Here?” You asked, tapping his crotch again, stifling a laugh with your hand when he moaned unabashedly.

“Y-yes, mistress.” Sylus bit his lip, resisting the way his eyes roll back into his head. You chuckled out loud this time and resisted the urge to coo again. You could tell he was losing himself quickly, head going fuzzy and numb at this point.

“You want me to hit you here? Or you want me to touch you?” You questioned, rubbing the crop against his bulge in slow circles.

“Hit.” Sylus responded almost immediately, head going into autopilot.

“Painslut.” You sneered before popping the crop up against his clothed dick. “Don’t move.” You reached around and made quick work of his leather pants and all its buckles before pulling them down to rest at his knees, his boxer briefs following suit.

The tender skin on his ass was a beautiful scarlet. Welts raised and swollen against the plumpness of his ass cheeks. Scarlet trailed down his thigh where you spanked him there too, the muscles in his legs still trembling from the burning sensation across his skin.

“Good boy,” You soothed a gentle hand across his hot skin, feeling him twitch beneath your touch.

God, he felt like a beauty beneath your gaze. The way you praised and worshipped his burning skin, your eyes raking over his ass and his embarrassingly hard dick in between his thighs. It was such a feeling of liberation to let go in front of you.

“Leaking?,” You taunted fondly, resting your hand on his ass while kneeling down, peering down at his cock twitching and jumping at her attention as sticky precum dribbled down onto his leather pants around his knees.

“Touch me…” Sylus stirred just barely, hips swaying eagerly. Less looking and more touching. Please.

“You asked to be hit, did you not?” You rested one hand against his lower back, keeping him arched as you looked down at him, letting your question sink its way into his foggy head.

Taking hold of the leather crop, you spank his leaking dick, watching it bounce in between his legs as a rough moan ripped through him. Hips bucked forward in pleasure, seeking more. You spank his dick again. And again. A constant stream of pleasure and pain shooting into him through his cock with every smack.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” You rasped while you listened to the slaps turn wet and sticky as Sylus leaked all over the crop. You didn’t expect an answer from him at his point. He was nothing but a toy for you now. Not some powerful Leader of Onychinus anymore, just a sticky, wet mess beneath you having his cock spanked.

“Moving your hips like you want to fuck something, hm?” You taunted, delivering a firm pat to the side of his thigh. “What a shame all this dick is good for is getting spanked.” You emphasized with quick swats to his balls and taint, watching as his untouched cock jumped up.

“Fuh- fuck you.” Sylus stammered in between his raspy groans, hands clenched into fists behind his back

“Oh I’m sure you want to, baby. But that’s just too bad, isnt it.” You sighed, a dark satisfaction filling you completely from humiliating him.

“Be good and I’ll let you cum.” You spoke through the numbness in Sylus’s head, your voice being the only thing he’s holding on to now. You popped the crop against his inner thighs when he threatened to close them, forcing him wide to receive the hits he asked for.

Sylus stirred as you gently spread his ass open, peering at his asshole winking in rhythm with each spank to his balls. After popping your thumb into your mouth, you watch as he stiffened when you firmly pressed your slippery thumb to his rim and rubbed shallow circles against him.

“F-fuck, okay— let me cum, please, I need it—“ Sylus groaned hotly into the floor, back arched so prettily as sweat dripped off his forehead. His hands dug into the floor helplessly, body strung so tightly with pleasure and pain simultaneously as that familiar deep warmth spread lowly in his belly.

“You need it, huh? Show me then, show me you can cum from getting your dick spanked and your ass played with.” You said as you brought the crop back down to his length and kept your thumb on his rim a steady, slow pace even as he begged to cum. He wanted to cum? He would have to prove it.

“I-I can’t-“ Sylus gasped shakily in between his heavy breaths, just barely audible over the lewd impact of leather against wet skin.

“You can. Show me, I know you want to cum for me. Aren’t you my good boy, Sy?” You cooed down at him, condescendingly sweet. You angled the crop downwards and focused the spanks towards his dark, swollen head.

“…Yes, I’m your g-good boy.” Sylus barely squeezed out, all strained and breathy just before his hands flexed beneath their restraints as he came. High pitched moans slipped past his drooling lips as thick white pumps of cum shot from his throbbing dick, coating his inner thighs, his pants around his knees, and the floor beneath him.

You grinned devilishly, just barely helping him with the light press against his winking hole. Sylus’s muscles rippled and strained in position, held up and chasing the feeling of your thumb. Even when his dick softened, he was still strung so high, bucking back against your slick thumb.

“Good boy, I knew you could do it.” You stood, chuckling softly at his immediate whines before you kneeled to pet his head with your clean hand, soft and soothing.

“Shh, shh, I’m right here.” You whispered, caressing his scalp as you listened to Sylus’s heavy breathing finally begin to even out. Peering around his heaving body, you take in the sight of his thick, creamy cum all below him, his cock soft and swollen from being spanked so many times.