In the Doghouse - Chapter 60
Courtney shook her head in disbelief at Richard’s endless perversions. Is he truly insane? she wondered. If the crown prince were to become incapable as a man, what would happen to this country? The future looked bleak. She scoffed before swinging the paddle again.
“Six.”
This time, Richard didn’t move an inch, though he desperately wanted to shamelessly shake his hips. Instead, he clenched his muscles, forcing himself to hold back.
Sweat trickled down Courtney’s neck and along her spine. She realized she needed to adjust her plan. She had originally intended to administer at least twenty strikes, but that was overly ambitious. At this rate, she’d be unable to even hold a pen tomorrow—it was clearly an impossible number.
Still, she had to at least finish the ten she had promised. With noticeably less force, she quickly delivered two more strikes in succession.
“Seven, eight…!”
Richard’s voice cracked as he counted, teetering on the edge of madness. The situation was so surreal, so perfect, that he wished he could pull out his own eyes just to see what was happening behind him.
Meanwhile, Courtney was no longer having fun. The thrill had faded, replaced by exhaustion. Her arms trembled. How was it that spanking him was more tiring than being spanked? She gritted her teeth and used the last of her strength for another hard strike.
“Ah, n-nine… hngh.”
Richard groaned, on the verge of climax. The ring blocking his ejxculxtion caused a stabbing pain as it restrained him. If she hadn’t put the ring on him, he surely would have climaxed by now. Even with his mind half gone, he was deeply moved at how Courtney was evolving into a perfect master.
Of course, Courtney hadn’t planned things out to this degree. She was merely improvising with what she could manage from what she’d read. She had no idea she was making such an impression on him.
She wasn’t focused on his internal struggle. Her only thought was to get through the ten strikes as quickly as possible. Mustering her remaining energy, she gave one last forceful blow. Thwack— The strike landed hard on his buttocks.
“Ten…! Tha, nk, you…”
Richard, after giving his thanks, briefly regretted it. If he’d forgotten, perhaps she would’ve given him another punishment instead.
Courtney, meanwhile, had completely forgotten she’d even asked him to count out loud.
“W…Well done.”
She offered a half-hearted compliment and placed the paddle aside. Her arm throbbed. She was sure to have muscle pain tomorrow. Her legs were also aching under the weight of Richard’s heavy body.
“Get off.”
Richard rolled off her and dropped to the floor, immediately kneeling as he gazed up at her with glittering, expectant eyes.
Courtney, however, felt nothing but pressure from his eager expression. Her perfect plan had already begun to fall apart. She had to cut this out and that out—everything that required more stamina from her had been discarded. She needed to work on her endurance first, that much was clear.
Courtney glanced down at Richard’s cock, which was wet and swollen, tinged with a faint purple from the lack of proper circulation. She had to release him, but simply letting him go without some twist didn’t feel right, and besides, she could use the break.
“Richard. Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“You said you used to do it eight times a day, didn’t you? Do it now, in front of me.”
Courtney leaned back, casually stretching her body to the side. She’d expected him to jump at the chance, but for once, Richard hesitated. She tilted her head in confusion, but then it dawned on her.
She lifted her slip slightly, careful not to expose too much, and removed her underwear.
“Here.”
She tossed the undergarment to Richard, who caught it awkwardly on his broad chest before it fell to the floor. With a neutral expression, he picked up the small piece of fabric.
Maybe that was too much? Courtney wondered, watching him warily. Richard then spoke.
“Thank you.”
He immediately pressed her underwear to his face, inhaling deeply. Of course, Courtney thought, grimacing as though she’d bitten into something sour. Without missing a beat, Richard continued in his usual calm voice.
“It’s a bit damp, and the scent is….”
“Shut up and just get on with it.”
“Yes, Master.”
With her underwear still held to his nose, he lowered one hand to grasp his cock. The skin, already sensitive from being forcibly denied release, responded instantly. Pain mixed with pleasure as he gripped his length, his eyes watering slightly.
Courtney reclined, resting her head on her arm as she watched. A husband pleasuring himself instead of having intercourse, and a wife watching him from the bed—it was a strange sight. But then again, when hadn’t things been strange between them? At this point, it seemed almost normal.
She couldn’t deny it any longer.
His perversions had completely rubbed off on her.
