Chapter 10 Captive

It was already night when the door opened again; it was his master. Antonio had relaxed during that time, had clenched his ass to preserve his lord's milk inside his intestines, and had also been masturbating his penis; he wanted to repeat those electric sensations that his master had provoked in him. Although he did it at intervals, despite having his hands free, the skin still itched a little from the chains of his previous pose. Now his master was back; he hoped he would finally let him go. He had pleased him well the last time, so he hadn't really punished him, although the latter entered with a serious face, without his usual mocking smile. He truly looked gloomier that way; some contempt was noticeable in his eyes. Had he done something wrong? He thought about asking, about speaking, but it was his master who spoke: "I see you've touched yourself. Who gave you permission?" His master's voice was authoritarian; he felt like a small child who must be scolded for something bad. In fact, if his parents had seen him masturbating, they would have said something similar. His calm face turned into one of fear; that man would do something bad to him just for not pleasing him.

- "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" – He hastened to say. Miguel ran to the bed and, turning him over, with an open hand began to spank the bitch's ass cheeks, who began to scream. His furious master also shouted to make himself heard: - "YOU MUST ADDRESS ME AS YOUR LORD!" - While he kept spanking him: "I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, forgive me, please MY LORD!" The slut ended up begging, while trying to cover her buttocks. There Miguel grabbed the hand with which she wanted to protect her glutes and pulled it, putting her in a lock to keep her from moving it; this would also cause pain in her shoulder, and with the other he kept hitting until he took off his belt and began to strike the slave's buttocks with even more impetus. He still didn't stop despite the screams and cries of the slave, who squirmed from time to time. He only stopped when he saw that Antonio's skin had opened somewhat; a little blood was coming from certain lines. He released his arm and breathed deeply. It was better for the slut to get used to that kind of mistreatment, although he saw that the boy had stopped screaming and now only sobbed and sniveled very silently. Then he wanted to see his face; he turned his face. His eyes full of tears and his cheeks shining from them, a look of fear and pleading was reflected. – "Thank me for punishing you and for stopping."

"Thank you, my lord, for... punishing me... and for stopping."

- "Good, now I'll give you 5 more lashes. If you cover yourself, I'll add two. You must count them."

- "Yes, my lord." – The slut concluded, lowering her head and putting her hands to rest her head there and keep from moving them, although the one her master had taken hurt quite a bit, so the last thing she wanted was to move it. Her master, standing, prep...