My tongue lolls out of my mouth and I sit on the couch, legs tucked under me.
His arm rests against my shoulders, winding in my hair.
"Hmm, my puppy keeps squirming. Is he getting turned on?"
I blush and nod, my hands wandering towards my crotch, fumbling with the button.
"Yes, Sir."
He glances down and swats my hand. "Ah ah puppy. No touching."
I let out a low whine and squirm even more. "Please, Sir?"
A chuckle and he takes one of my hands in his own, running his thumb over my palm. "Don't think so, puppy."
Another whine and my other hand slides down anyway, desperately trying to relieve some tension.
He hums, another swat leaving my hand stinging, and pulls both of my hands into his. "I believe I said no touching, didn't I?"
I whine, low in my throat. "Y-yes Sir, you did."
"I should just describe what I was going to do you if you hadn't been a bad boy. In fact, I think I will," he murmurs, tugging me into his lap, my hands held above my head.
"Really Sir? Y-you don't have to."
He chuckles warmly, running a hand down my thigh. "Oh but I do. Nobody likes an undisciplined puppy. Especially not his Master."
A whimper escapes my mouth and I press against his hand, trying in vain to get it to slide down between my legs.
He pinches my thigh and tugs on my hair. "Tsk tsk, puppy. Just for that I'm going to start with slowly pulling off your pants, pressing my hand against your hips
"Then I'm going to slide my hand down to your soaked wet briefs."