Upside Down
the soft roundness. I kissed each cheek and he inhaled and exhaled deeply. I only hit him after he had relaxed.
    “One.”
    His voice was even as he counted and each time I paddled him with one hand, I smoothed the spot with the other. We kept this rhythm for a while.
    “Twenty,” he hissed a little that time. I was satisfied, at last.
    “Very well, my pet. Let’s try once more. Kneel in the center of the bed.”
    I grab bed his hair and crashed his lips, invading his mouth with my tongue. I played it rough and Mark kissed me back but didn’t try to take the lead. I palmed his member, which was covered in moisture now, and stroked it softly. But Mark kept his body perfectly still.
    “Good boy. I think there’s hope for you after all,” I laughed and he relaxed again at the sound.
    I pull ed away, stood up and left him alone on the bed. In fact, I did it so he would cool down and because I wanted to play with his head a little, to keep him on the edge of his seat, so to speak.
    “Do you trust me to give you pleasure, Mark?”
    “Yes, Madam , always.”
    Good answer. Again, I was not telling him that. On the contrary, I kept a harsh tone.
    “ We’ll see about that. Get on all fours. We’ve just taken care of one transgression - trying to control that kiss. Now, we’ll deal with all the others.”
    I caress ed the reddened skin of his perfect, round rear, opened the tube of lube and squirted a lot of its content on his skin and between his sore cheeks. The coolness formed goose-bumps all over his chafed skin and his muscles quivered. I used my index finger to smear the lube between his cheeks and teased his entrance. He didn’t clench his muscles but hissed.
    “ As I told you earlier, you have to trust me for this scene to work. Remember, it is not only about punishing your bad behavior,” I ran both hands over his buttocks, spreading the lube all over the reddened skin to soothe it, as I spoke. “It’s also going to be a way to restore balance and harmony between us. Do you agree?”
    “Yes, Madam.”
    I tapped the tip of my finger at his entrance again and felt the involuntary movement of his muscles there puckering as he hissed.
    “Mark, I need to prepare your body first. I don’t want to hurt you but you have to be prepared for a little pain. Don’t be afraid of the pain. You know pretty well how pleasurable pain can become, right?”
    “Yes, Madam.”
    My finger was covered in lube so I inserted the tip inside his tight hole. His body protested but Mark didn’t peep.
    “Good boy,” I whispered in his ear.
    I went deeper in, then, stopped for his body to adjust. I withdrew then went in again, stopping an inch further. First, I kissed his back as I moved my finger in and out of him but when his body didn’t relax, I started talking to Mark to distract him from the discomfort, never stopping the movements of my finger, though.
    “No w, we need a safeword for you so we don’t cross those boundaries, remember? We don’t have one because you’ve never needed one. What’s it going to be?”
    “Carol ,” he didn’t take a second to think about it and took me totally by surprise.
    “I beg your pardon? ” I forgot to move my finger for a second or two. “Is that your safeword?”
    “Yes, Madam. If I may , I’d like to explain myself.”
    “By all means, go ahead. I’m curious.”
    “You are my safe haven, Madam, so I thought your name would be the perfect safeword.”
    I smiled again but kept a neutral tone when I spoke.
    “You never seize to surprise me, pet. If I didn’t know you better I’d say you were trying to talk your way out of this punishment.”
    “No, Madam, never,” he sounded terrified. I needed to calm him down.
    “ Ease, my dear, I was kidding,” I ran my hand down from his nape to his backside then up again. “All right, ‘Carol’ is going to be your safeword, then.”
    I inserted a second finger in his bottom and his body jerked. I held his hip with my free

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