In the Doghouse - Chapter 50
This man, despite being a crown prince, had chosen to be servile and submissive. Richard had always been exceptionally considerate towards her, and Courtney appreciated that. However, at this moment, her feelings were a bit different.
A sense of pride and a hint of arrogance surged within her, born out of the feeling that she was in control.
She brushed his hand away lightly, as if shaking off his touch.
“That’s enough.”
Richard straightened himself up again. Despite his concerned demeanor, his erxctixn was still standing tall. Courtney was no longer surprised by this. She twirled the riding crop in her hand and said,
“Only ten strikes.”
“Yes.”
She had decided on the number of strikes, and she already knew which area she would target.
But there was still one more problem. What position should she have him take?
Her mind, which had already been working overtime today, began to throb again.
Let’s just leave it to him.
“Get up here and lie down.”
Richard hesitated for a moment before awkwardly rising. His body was still smeared with his own release. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared, but now, climbing onto the bed where Courtney sat, his dirty body felt almost disrespectful.
Unaware of his inner thoughts, Courtney urged him,
“Now.”
Reluctantly, Richard compromised and climbed onto the bed, keeping his body elevated on all fours to refrain his filth from touching the sheets.
While Richard was needlessly worrying about that, Courtney was focused on something else—his muscular bxttxcks, which looked impossibly firm, and his swaying, swollen member hanging between his legs.
I want to touch it, she thought. And in her new mindset, there was no reason to resist her desires.
She immediately acted on her thoughts.
“Mnh…”
As soon as her hand touched his bxttxcks, Richard let out a moan. A clear drop of pre-cxm fell from the tip of his erxctixn, landing on the clean sheet. He seems to like anything, she thought, amused, as she thoroughly groped both sides of his bxttxcks.
Feeling emboldened, she reached out to touch his wet member. Just as she’d felt earlier with her foot, it was hard and hot. Are they all this big? she wondered. As she moved her hand slightly, Richard’s hips began to sway forward and back.
“Haaah…!”
“Stay still.”
Courtney slapped his bxttxcks lightly with her other hand, though instead of calming him, it seemed to excite him even more. More fluid dripped from his swollen tip.
“Richard, you’re leaking again.”
“Haa… I apologize… for being a leaking mess…”
The filthy words that once would’ve disgusted Courtney now made sense to her. She understood why he spoke so crudely—it somehow fueled her arousal as well. She quickly pulled her hand away from his ‘leaking cxck’ and picked up the riding crop.
“I’m going to start now.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Richard corrected his posture, and Courtney nervously swallowed. I’ll start gently and adjust based on his reaction, she decided. Aiming at his right bxttxck, she gave him a light tap with the crop.
Slap!
The sound was heavier than she expected, likely due to his muscular build. Courtney flinched, but Richard didn’t move an inch.
After a brief pause, a red rectangular mark slowly appeared on his skin, just like it had on her thigh earlier. Courtney’s palms were sweaty from gripping the crop. It felt as though she were the one in pain.
Let’s just get this over with quickly. With a series of four quick strikes—slap, slap, slap, slap!—the crop struck Richard’s right bxttxck again.
“Uuugh…”
Richard finally let out a small groan after the fourth strike. His right side was turning bright red, and Courtney was startled by the vividness of the mark. She hadn’t meant to hit just one side, but as a right-hander, she had done it unconsciously.
Flustered, she asked,
“Richard, are you okay?”
“Yes…”
His voice was strained. Feeling unsure, Courtney gently touched the reddened area. His skin was hot to the touch. As she carefully ran her fingers over it, Richard let out another moan.
“Nngh, Courtney…”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s not that…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but Courtney had already pulled her hand back and noticed that his erxctixn was still standing firm, and clear fluid was now dripping from the tip again. What a pointless worry. She realized that he was just fine.
Then, in a pleading tone, Richard asked,
“Can you hit the other side too? Please…”
“Are you sure you’re being punished?”
Richard tensed, fully aware that he was enjoying this. Unlike his usual self, he stammered as he replied,
“It hurts… But being punished by you excites me…”
Before he could finish speaking, Courtney raised the crop again, this time delivering a deliberate, hard strike, thwack!
“Mmh!”
She struck his right side again, the crop landing squarely on his muscle. Richard’s back arched as the force of the hit echoed through his body. Without giving him a moment to recover, Courtney landed four more strikes, all concentrated on the same side.
Richard gasped, expelling a shaky breath into the air. Courtney tossed the crop aside and pressed her hand firmly against his heated bxttxck.
“Aaah— Hnnh!”
“Endure it. Whether it hurts, whether it feels good.”
