I struck him three more times in a row, watching his flesh bruise all over, knowing it would hurt him to sit down until it healed. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in that. I walked back over and put the paddle down, making a mental note to sterilize it after the session.
I sit down in the armchair and cross my legs again. Brody looks over his shoulder at me, biting his lip. "Sit on the bed," I say quietly, in a tone that brooks no arguments.
He sits, wincing at the pain from his bottom.
"Masturbate" I growl.
He grabs his p***s and begins to slowly rub it, making it harder, and causing an erection. He moans. His hand pumps back and forth, tentatively at first and then more eagerly. When he gets close to an orgasm, he stops in his tracks.
I smile at him "You're learning" I p
