Fetch 2

"Tsk tsk, boy." he muttered, a small frown creasing the line between his brows.

"You know how much I despise waste. Of course you will be cleaning that up before you are through here. And it has earned you another ten."

The young man nodded his acceptance slowly even while a small whine of despair came through his nose. The skin of his ass and upper thighs was already red and raw from the paddling his Master had given him earlier. He wasn't really sure he could take another ten.

"It wasn't my fault!" That phrase still resounded in his mind. "That jackass from Norman & Buckley kept making objection after objection and filing for continuances when he already knew he had lost the case but wanted to drag it out for another day to increase his fee. And there sat judge Martinez nodding her head and agreeing, even though she knew the same thing. Just because her dinner reservation wasn't until eight and she was bored. Aarrgh!" He almost growled in his anger before he remembered what he was doing.

Even if it wasn't his fault, he knew he still had to pay the price for coming home late. His nights with Master were infrequent, due to their schedules. They only got the whole evening two or three nights a week tops and they both wanted to take full advantage of their brief time.

Besides, one of Masters pet peeves was tardiness to begin with. Inwardly, he'd cringed as he raced home almost an hour late. Even though he was trying to hurry, he also kept the needle of the speedometer at exactly the speed limit and not one iota more. He hated to think of what would happen if he came home both late and with a speeding ticket.

That thought made him shiver just a little bit.

Now and then in moments of reflection the young man was taken aback at the choices he had made and the way he chose to live his life. Even though he was twenty two years old and an up and coming successful attorney he lived under the constant restraints of a strict schedule and curfew with dire consequences if he failed to abide by the set times. Bottom bared as he was pulled over Masters lap and spanked like a child. Put on time out with his nose in the corner.

Sometimes those thoughts made him snort in disbelief and shake his head.

But at the same time those very same thoughts made him extremely warm and extremely horny.

Masters large rough palm laid across the nape of the young mans neck. His fingertips played across the tattoo placed there almost a year ago when the young man first agreed to be his puppy and left his place in a prestigious law firm in New York City to come to the Midwest. The touch was almost gentle, even if those hands were so rough. One more reminder of his place. Masters skin was calloused and worn as was appropriate for a man who worked with his hands all the time. The boy loved the touch of those rough hands on his skin, whether it was a gentle caress or a hard spanking.

As was appropriate for a highly paid attorney, the boys own hands were pink and soft. The work he did during the day involved little more than handling papers or a computer keyboard. Except for his daily and weekly chores, cooking and cleaning Masters home, he did very little manual labor.

Master was always pleased with the touch of the boys soft hands.

Even while he was frowning and preparing to give him another ten swats for making a mess.

The mess wasn't his fault either and Master knew it! But it made no difference.

The young man had been kneeling there on that soft mat for over ten minutes between Sirs thighs. His hands, lips and tongue were paying soft and gentle attention to that large hard prick that was slipping slowly in and out of his mouth. Master knew how much it excited the boy to have his cock in his mouth. Almost as much as it did having Master in his ass. Just thinking about sucking Master off got the boy hard.

Well, as hard as he could get with his own cock locked in a plastic chastity cage, anyway. As he did each and every morning, the boy had presented himself to his Master with his prick clean after his shower and the cage assembled, entrapping his genitals in the plastic cage. And as he did every morning, Master praised him and his pretty prick as he snapped the padlock shut for the day.

That took some getting used to, as you can imagine.

Even if the chastity cage prevented the young man from getting an erection, it didn't prevent his body from trying whenever he got excited. His prick would swell inside the cage making it pull on his testicles which would make the process stop until seconds later when it would start all over again. Wearing that underneath his expensive suit at work each day kept him acutely aware of who and what he was every moment of every day. Keeping himself focused on work was a constant struggle. One that he was quite proud of.

If kneeling between Masters legs sucking him off wasn't enough to keep him highly excited, there was also all of the sensations radiating from his compact little ass that drove him nearly over the edge. Even though he often wept and struggled trying to instinctively protect his tender backside, there was no doubt in either mind that being "punished" by his Master was a lifelong dream come true. For as long as he could remember the young man had fantasies of a stronger older man pulling him over his lap to spank his ass long and hard. Even though he did not enjoy pain for pain itself, it was a matter of fact that the hotter and redder his ass got, the harder his cock became in proportion.

The fact that Master enjoyed what he often called "recreational spanking" made him even more perfect in the boys eyes. His regimented schedule of times and chores and Masters willingness to punish his boy for infractions was just icing on the cake.

Then there was that other thing.

The other thing that always got the boy immediately turgid and so consumed with need that he often felt he might burst into flames.

The lad had been panting as he knelt on the floor in front of his Master after he had arrived home so late. Without a word of explanation, he had scurried in and stripped off his suit, hanging it up carefully as was expected, tossing his underclothes into the hamper. He'd buckled the leather collar around his neck, slipped into his harness and clipped the leash to the collar before racing back in to throw himself on his knees before his Masters chair and beg forgiveness.

Eyes down on the floor, he waited.

Master was silent for a very long time.

Finally he spoke softly. "Fetch your tail, pup."

Deep inside the young man shivered with anticipation.

"Yes, Master!"

When Master used certain hand signals or specifically used the word "fetch" he knew that he was meant to crawl on all fours like the trained puppy that he was. Crawling quickly off to the bedroom, he tugged the toy box out from under the bed and opened it.

There was his tail.

All in all the thing was about twelve inches long. It was black and made of rubber of some sort so that it gave and moved easily. One end was a plug which was inserted into his ass. A small moon-shaped piece above that slipped between his butt cheeks to keep it in place while the rest curled up into a point like a dogs tail. Whenever he moved or even breathed the tail wagged back and forth which in turn moved the plug in his tight little ass, allowing him to feel every single movement.

Masters puppy loved his tail. If Master would have allowed it, the young man would have worn it each and every time he walked into the house at the end of the day. But he was only allowed that gift once in a while. Master said "I want each time you wear it to be special."

So this was going to be one of those special times. He shivered again in delight and anticipation.

During the years before he arrived, when they only spoke by email and voice chat and the year since, puppy had been well trained. He knew without thinking just what to do and how to present himself to ensure that Master was pleased with him.

These days it was usually only interactions with people on the outside world that got puppy into serious trouble like today. He often pondered on ways to stay away from that world so he could just spend all of his days at Masters feet.

On the other hand, he did really enjoy some of those consequences...

Carefully tucking the tail and the handle of his leash between his teeth, puppy returned the toy box to its place underneath the bed and turned to crawl back into the living room where Master waited.

Oh, my...

While puppy was gone Master had placed the Spanking Stool in the middle of the room.

Outwardly, it was a simple innocuous thing. A plain wooden bar stool with a round top. The kind of thing you might find in any home or workshop. Master had bought it some years before at a yard sale for a few dollars with one sole purpose in mind.

To be annoyingly alliterative, it was a perfect platform for punishing penitent pets.

All right, I'll quit.

Across the wooden top of the stool was another simple wooden item that made the young man flinch inwardly once more. The spoon. Again, it was simple and plain, the kind you might find in any kitchen anywhere in the world. A tool for mixing and stirring and scraping ingredients or for doling out portions. The boy had used this very spoon repeatedly in preparing meals for Master and himself.

But when this simple item was in Masters hands it was a quick and harsh implement of pain and justice that would make the puppy howl in pain and rapidly start begging for mercy. The young man kneeling on the floor felt his ass cheeks clench up hard in a combination of excitement and dread. Goose bumps appeared all over his skin and at the same time he felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead.

He tried to keep the tremors still as he placed the tail and leash in Masters outstretched hand. The other hand gave a signal. Twice down with the forefinger, pinkie raised. That meant "Forehead on the floor, ass in the air." Without a word, the young man arrayed himself as he was ordered. It was a position he'd been in many times. His knees were shoulder-width apart, back straight, forehead on the floor with his fingers locked behind his neck. Not the most comfortable position, but like many of the things he had endured living with Master, it was well worth enduring the discomfort to earn the aftermath.

"Most of the time..." Master rumbled. "You are a very good boy, pup."

"Thank you, Master. I... I do try, Sir." The words were muffled by the carpeting, but clear enough.

The young man kneeling on the floor gave a start and a muffled squeak as one large rough finger covered with lube suddenly presented itself to the opening of his anus and began pressing inside. He groaned aloud as he tried to override his body's natural reactions to keep that opening shut. Relentlessly that wide digit opened him up and slipped inside his ass while he wiggled and groaned. Master worked the finger in and out a few times, turning it this way and that inside of him while the boy struggled to relax into the intrusion.

Masters puppy was almost in heaven. While he wasn't a "virgin" when he flew halfway across the country and gave himself to this man, he'd kept himself an anal virgin until then. Master had insisted on both conditions. He'd never been allowed to penetrate his own ass with anything more than one of his own fingers, and even then it had only been allowed while Master watched over the web cam. Pup had quickly come to equate any part of Master in his ass, whether it was one or more of his strong rugged fingers or that big beautiful cock fucking him long and hard, with extreme pleasure.

As a matter of fact on the very first day he arrived Master had pulled the boy over his lap and given him ten swats, five on each cheek. Afterward he worked one finger up between those taut firm cheeks and pushed it deep inside. The first time the pad of his finger pressed against the young mans prostate he'd stiffened, cried out and shot his sticky come all over Masters pants leg.

That had earned him another twenty swats and his first twenty minutes in the corner, hands atop his head while he shuffled his hips to ease the fire in his bottom. The young man figured his first orgasm at Masters hands had been worth it. In the last year Master had spent a lot of time playing with his pups tight little ass.

Today however Master seemed to not be inclined to dither. He was in a hurry. The one finger was withdrawn to be quickly replaced with two, stretching the boys aching hole open even further. Pups back arched and he groaned and gasped at the rough intrusion. Those two fingers turned back and forth loosening the muscles guarding his rectum. Once again, they were only there briefly before the young puppy felt more lube dripping into his hole and the fingers withdrew to be replaced with the plug at the end of his tail. Pup knew the plug was even wider than two fingers, so with a conscious effort, he pulled in a deep breath all the way into his lungs forcing his body to relax.

After all, if he couldn't have Master himself in his ass, his tail was the next best thing.

A whine and groan of mixed pain and pleasure slipped out of his mouth as the rubber plug opened him up even further. Pup could feel his prick swelling inside of it's cage at the sensation. As much as he loved Master and loved being his puppy, there were times when he really hated that chastity cage. Under Masters pressure, the plug slipped past the widest part quickly and seated itself deep inside of the boy, its base nestling between his ass cheeks. Master gave the tail a small tug which made the boy wiggle and groan, then stood up.

With his face still facing the rug, the young man couldn't see what was going on. He knew that he must wait for Masters instructions before he moved or spoke. There was a soft sound and a scrape. Master adjusting the stool and then picking up the spoon. A few rhythmic taps on the wooden surface as he drummed on the seat for a moment with the handle end. Then a rustle of clothing against the wood as he perched his butt atop the stool and waited.

That sound made the boy shiver inside again. Master was going to have him across his lap! Of all the positions he was punished in, being bent over Masters lap was his very favorite. The one that drove his fantasies for ages. He felt his prick swell even more and his balls were really beginning to ache. Not only from being pulled on by the cage but from the fact that it had been two days since Master had let him have any release. And truth be told, he started getting hard as soon as he realized that he was going to be late getting home, knowing the consequences.

In retrospect, the back of his mind told him, it was a good thing he wore his cage at work. If the judge had noticed him getting that hard in her courtroom, she would have probably thrown him out.

His mind whirling, the puppy waited for his Master to speak.

After a seeming eternity, he did.

"Up, boy. Ready one."

"Yes, Master!" The boy sprang to his feet in the first "ready" position he'd been taught. Back straight, eyes forward. Feet shoulder width apart with his hands in the low center of his back, crossed over each other. In the military, this position would be referred to as "at ease" but in Masters house it was the same as standing at attention.

The young successful brilliant up and coming attorney who had graduated as Valedictorian and "Summa Cum Lauda" in law school stood in a house that he could buy in cash with six months wages. Under the strict dominion of a man who made a tenth of what he did each day. A man that had dropped out of high school in his third year and gotten a GED instead. A man more at home wearing blue jeans or Army surplus camouflage and didn't own a single suit. The suit that puppy had taken off that evening cost enough to replace Masters entire wardrobe.

Puppy wore a leather collar around his neck with a matching leash dangling down in front. A leather harness with steel buckles criss crossed his chest and back. Except for going to and from work or leaving the house, puppy was not allowed to wear human clothes in the house without prior permission.

His prick and testicles were trapped in a plastic device that prevented him from getting an erection and allowed for no outside stimulation at all. The contraption was securely held shut by a small brass padlock. Master wore the keys on a chain around his neck always.

And behind him, even though he was trying his very best not to move a muscle, that rubber tail wagged slowly back and forth. The motion transferred itself to the plug in his ass, making little waves of pleasure run up and down his spine.

The man sitting in front of him who was nowhere near the young attorneys equal in social, educational or financial status, was going to pull him over his lap and beat his ass and upper thighs with a common wooden kitchen spoon like a misbehaving child.

Puppy was in heaven.

Relishing his moment of submissive nirvana, he waited for Masters instructions.

"You were late, boy."

"Yes, Master. Your puppy is sorry, Sir." Master shook his head.

"Sixty seven minutes late. You know what that means." Despite his attempt at control the young pet shivered and gulped hard.

His mouth stammered "Y-yes, M-master." while his mind was babbling "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit..."

The convex portion of that horrible wooden spoon patted against the denim of his upper thigh.

"Right here, puppy. Let's go." The boy hesitated.

"M-master?"

"What is it, boy?"

"M-may... may I be f-free, Sir? F-for my p-punishment?"

That earned him a long blank stare and finally a slow shake of the head.

"Oh, I don't think so. Get your ass across my lap, boy. Now."

"Y-yes, Master." Shaking, puppy leaned himself forward over Masters lap, one hand going to the small of his back as he had been taught, the other clutching Masters pant leg down by his shin. When the boy was arranged, Master lifted one leg and placed his heel on the rung of the stool, lifting the young mans feet off of the floor and tipping his head downward. The sudden loss of contact with the floor made puppy's legs stiffen and kick a little and a small whine of distress leaked from his lips.

Chuckling softly at his pets reaction to his helplessness, Master grasped the boys wrist in his hand and held him tightly in place, pressing it into the small of his back. The pale half moons of the boys ass cheeks were rock hard with both tension and desire tinged with a hint of dread and that black rubber tail wagged back and forth invitingly, as if signaling the lads inner needs.

"This will never do." Master muttered. Grabbing the end of the tail, he levered open two of the lads fingers and placed the tip between them, making it tug on his ass. "If you let go of it before I am done, I will add another twenty." Puppy groaned and wiggled and moaned "Oh... yes, Master."

Without warning or preamble, the first half dozen blows rained down on the young mans flesh. Puppy stiffened and raised his head and cried out in pain and surprise as the spoon went from one ass cheek to the other and back and forth, the concave bottom of the spoon landing on his soft skin with a resounding "crack!" Immediately after each blow a red elongated circle appeared on the boys pale ass, marking the impact site.

There was only a moments pause in between before the second and third half dozen landed as well. The young man across his lap struggled to try and protect his tender smarting ass, making Master clamp down on his wrist and lean his forearm across the boys heaving back to hold him in place.

There were now red imprints halfway down the young mans thighs and even a few on the oh so tender insides of his thighs which had made him howl.