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The room was filled with nothing but the occasional slap of skin, accompanied by the whimpers of a certain misbehaving dragonboy. Durin’s pants were pulled down to his knees, forced to bend over Wanderer’s lap and present his reddened ass to the older man. Handprint marks bloomed across the supple skin like a brand, burning into his sore behind. A cruel, searing reminder of his unwarranted behavior from earlier.
Wanderer’s hand came down once more. Not to strike, but instead, to stroke his palm across the flushed surface, soothing the flesh with each gentle caress — a large contrast from his harsh strikes beforehand. He was in no position to actually cause him pain for a simple misdeed (as in, he cared too deeply about Durin that the mere thought of laying a finger on him upset him greatly), but the boy had to learn about consequences one way or another. Nothing screams like a lesson more than a good traditional spanking across the ass.
“Have you finally learned your lesson yet?” Wanderer asked, grabbing a handful of Durin’s ass cheek, squeezing the softness as a gentle yet terrifying warning.
“I… It hurts,” Durin whimpered, squirming against his grip. “My butt is all sore and—”
“That doesn’t sound like a ‘yes’ to me. Durin,” Wanderer immediately cuts him off, giving his ass a firmer grip the moment he utters his name. “I’ll ask again. Have you finally learned your lesson yet?”
“I have! I really have!” Durin whined, kicking his legs in protest. “I promise to be good next time, so please… I don’t wanna be spanked anymore…”
Silence befell the room, save for the dragonboy’s occasional sniffles. With his friend’s lack of response, he assumed that Wanderer was finally letting him go. The thought of his impending freedom made relief surge through Durin’s body, but Wanderer’s voice was quick to put an end to his foolish ideas.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Durin.”
Suddenly, the older man dips a finger between Durin’s legs, making the dragonboy yelp at the sensation. Wanderer slid a nimble finger against his slick folds, instantly coating it in Durin’s sticky juices. A tiny whimper rumbled in his throat from the teasing contact, squeezing his thighs tighter against each other in response. He hadn’t realized that he got wet from such rough treatment, and the realization was quick to make his face burn from embarrassment.
“Care to explain why your cunt is drenched? You were supposed to be learning your lesson, not getting wet over something like this.” Wanderer’s voice was accusatory, amplifying the dragonboy’s palpable shame. “All this time, I thought your pathetic cries were just your way of begging for mercy. Now I understand — you want more, don’t you, Durin?”
Durin was quick to deny his accusations with a frantic shake of his head, but all he received was a dismissive scoff. Another finger made its way against his puffy folds, pressing two digits against his drenched pussy, right up against his sensitive clit. The dragonboy’s reaction was immediate, arching into Wanderer’s touch as his breath hitched at the sensation.
“Stop moving.” Slap. A sharp yelp was ripped from Durin’s throat as Wanderer’s hand came down on his ass once more. “I just can’t stand the sight of you squirming in my lap because you were clearly enjoying getting spanked like a misbehaving child.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even… I wasn’t…!”
Another resounding slap across his bottom made him hiccup, cutting himself off mid-sentence. Wanderer’s fingers never stopped rubbing against his clit, stimulating the sensitive bud with the pads of his fingers, coating them in Durin’s shameful essence.
“No more excuses.” Another spank, and then another. “You’re taking what I give you. I’ll decide when I’m letting you off.”
Durin could only whine in response, knowing that he couldn’t fight against him, physically and verbally. Pleading would get him nowhere, for the Wanderer’s decisions are absolute — if he wants something done, he’ll get it done. And if it was rubbing Durin’s drooling cunt and spanking his ass until he came, then so be it. It wasn’t like Durin himself had anything to say about it. No genuine protest against it, not when his pussy felt heavenly.
“Count. Now.” Wanderer commanded him, pressing his fingers harder against his clit, increasing his pace further. The obscene, wet sounds of Durin’s arousal immediately grew in volume, resonating in the otherwise silent room alongside his tiny moans.
Durin braced himself for the impending smacks, trembling against Wanderer’s lap as he did.
Smack. “One…”
Smack. A gulp. “Two…”
Smack. Suddenly, Wanderer slid two fingers into his tight hole, which instantly sucked him in as if it were their rightful place. A garbled moan left Durin’s lips as he buried his fingers to the hilt, before making a pathetic attempt of resuming his counting. “T-Three…”
“Again,” Wanderer tutted, pressing the pads of his fingers against Durin’s spongy walls. “Count to ten, and if you mess up, we’ll start from the beginning.”
Counting to ten seemed simple enough. In theory. Reality couldn’t be any harsher. Durin just couldn’t focus on something as simple as counting, always drifting over to the fingers plunged in his cunt, which were slowly massaging the deepest parts of his inner walls. The furthest that he could go was a mere seven, only for him to start trembling uncontrollably from being denied relief again and again. Wanderer knew that the painstakingly slow pace he set would be enough to frustrate the poor boy, who’d be unable to reach the climax he desired so badly. It was simply difficult not to torture him like this, not when his desperate whining and pathetic trembling were just so adorable. As Durin’s pussy continued to leak juices onto his lap, Wanderer made him count once more — this time, with a new condition, one meant to motivate him.
Wanderer whispered a filthy promise into his ear. “Come on, Durin. Finish counting, and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers.”
As expected, Durin instantly perked up at his words. As much as he could, anyway, with how boneless his body was becoming from getting edged for several minutes now. His ass was already numb from the countless times they had to redo their counting, but he was determined to take it ten more times, just to receive the orgasm he desperately craved.
“Start,” Wanderer said, and with that, Durin’s eyes screwed themselves shut as he focused his mind on a single purpose. To count each and every spank he was made to take.
Slap. “One…”
Slap. “Two…”
Slap. “Three…”
Slap, slap, slap. “Four, five, six…”
Slap. Wanderer’s fingers began to pick up the pace, and Durin began to pant heavily. “S-Seven…”
Slap. Wanderer suddenly added a third finger, making Durin arch his back from the sudden stretch, his sloppy hole doing its best to accommodate his fingers. And yet, he was determined to continue for the sake of his climax.
“Eight!” he yelped, his control fraying at the edges.
Slap. Wanderer’s fingers curled upwards, relentlessly abusing his sweet spot with each rapid thrust of his fingers, eliciting a loud moan from Durin.
“N-Nine!”
And finally, the icing on the cake, the tenth spank was delivered across his sore ass with a resounding smack. “Ten!”
Durin lurched forward at the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure, unable to control the shakiness in his legs at the impending orgasm. Wanderer merely kneaded the red skin as his fingers continued to pump in and out, setting a punishing pace that Durin was unable to keep up with. His volume grew louder as he lost the ability to hold himself back, losing his mind in the delicious in-and-out of Wanderer’s fingers within his dripping cunt, bucking his hips up to meet in time each time he went knuckles deep into his hole. The pressure in his stomach was beginning to build up, and he knew that it would only take one final push to send him over the edge.
“Cum on my fingers. Now.”
Durin didn’t need to be told twice. A moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure came from his mouth, as his small body trembled against Wanderer’s fingers, who gripped him by the hips to prevent him from squirming away. The dragonboy gushed around his fingers, which continued to slowly pump in and out, in an uncontrollable orgasm, hips twitching upwards to fully ride out his orgasm.
“This should teach you to quit hiding my things just to mess with me,” Wanderer muttered, withdrawing his soaked fingers from Durin’s pussy. “Now, get off of me, brat. You’re heavy.”
Unfortunately, the dragonboy’s mind was nothing but mush after that earth-shattering orgasm. He only gave a weak sound of approval, before he went completely limp in Wanderer’s lap. The older man gave a resigned sigh, and yet he gently positioned Durin’s body on the bed, propping his head against the pillows before pulling the covers over him.
“Just go to sleep, I’ll clean you up in a bit.”
Durin smiled at him, before his eyelids finally shut.