In the Doghouse - Chapter 49
The slip that the maids had dressed Courtney in was very short, barely covering her thighs. The thin shoulder straps left her arms and legs exposed, and the fabric was so sheer that her underwear and skin underneath were clearly visible. Richard gulped, swallowing dryly.
Though Courtney had no prior s-xual experience, she now carried herself with the confidence of a temptress. The way Richard’s gaze burned with longing as he looked at her only fueled her confidence. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs wide.
“Haa…”
Richard let out a sigh, visibly struggling. Her underwear was completely soaked. Every fiber of his being wanted to lunge at her and lick her like a desperate dog. But all he could do was plead.
“Courtney, please allow me to clean you up…”
“No.”
Courtney answered coldly, her tone teasing. She reached behind her back and loosened the ties of her undergarments. With a smooth motion, her bra slipped off under the slip, and she skillfully removed it.
The slip was too thin to hide anything. The shape of her round brxxsts and the small nxxples were all clearly outlined, visible beneath the fabric. Richard exhaled a deep, shaky breath. Courtney playfully cupped her brxxsts over the slip, squeezing them lightly.
Originally, she had planned to take off everything, but she hesitated for a moment. After all, she was still a normal person who felt shame. While she was aroused, it wasn’t because she was on the same level of depravity as Richard. No, anyone would feel this way if they were in her shoes, she convinced herself.
Having rationalized her actions, she lifted her hips slightly and pulled up the slip. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, she saw Richard twitch with anticipation. With resolve, she pulled her panties down in one swift motion.
“Ahh, haah…”
Richard gasped as he saw her fully exposed, soaking wet entrance. His reaction was just what she had hoped for. Courtney dangled the panties in front of his face, her voice dripping with false modesty.
“I was this wet earlier, too.”
Of course, that wasn’t true, but he had no way of knowing. His breath grew heavier, further fueled by his imagination.
Courtney casually dropped the damp panties onto Richard’s erxct member. It was right in front of him, but he was not allowed to touch it. His strong thighs trembled slightly in frustration.
Immersed in her newfound power, Courtney spoke with a twisted grin.
“You deserve to be punished for misbehaving earlier under my dress.”
Richard nodded, his expression vacant, overwhelmed by desire. How easy it was for his well-crafted façade to crumble, leaving only a helpless, needy face. Cute.
While Courtney was fully absorbed in her role, she was aware that she lacked both experience and knowledge. But that didn’t matter. She had a seasoned pervert to guide her.
“Pick out your punishment.”
Richard’s eyes darted around the room, searching for something. Eventually, he bent forward, causing Courtney’s wet panties to slide off and fall to the floor. He glanced at them regretfully but continued to crawl toward a nearby chest.
As she watched him rummage through the box, Courtney tried to calm her racing heart. Insane. You’ve gone completely insane, Courtney Devon. But a thrilling sensation coursed through her—an urge to kick Richard’s firm a*s just for the fun of it.
When Richard finally found a riding crop, Courtney hurriedly composed herself.
He returned to the bed, gripping the crop between his teeth. Courtney felt an odd desire to tug at his disheveled golden hair. It seemed that Richard’s twisted tendencies were starting to rub off on her.
“Hmm.”
Courtney looked at the riding crop he had chosen and sighed inwardly. It was a long stick with a small leather square at the end—a horsewhip. She was really going to use this, huh.
She had no idea how painful it would be for him, or how many strikes he could endure. So, once again, she decided to rely on him for guidance.
“How many strikes will it take for you to reflect on your actions?”
“Until your anger is gone, Courtney…”
That’s not helpful at all. Courtney shook her head in frustration.
She tried to recall what the shopkeeper had told her when she purchased the crop. It’s less painful than a real riding whip. Maybe that meant she could hit him hard? She wasn’t sure.
Hesitantly, she swung the crop lightly against her own thigh. Crackle—! The sharp slap wasn’t too bad at first, but within moments, a stinging heat flared up on her skin.
“Courtney?”
Richard stared at her with a bewildered expression, his eyes darting between her face and the now-red spot on her thigh. Too embarrassed to admit it hurt, she cleared her throat awkwardly.
“Ahem. I was just testing it.”
“Please don’t do that.”
Richard suddenly spoke in a clear, concerned tone, as if he had sobered up and returned to his senses for a moment.
Gently, he placed his hand on her reddened thigh, his expression pained as he softly stroked her skin.
Watching him, Courtney felt something stir inside her—something complicated.
