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“Do you think you can behave?”
“Mmf,” Riker said.
His lips were stretched over a tight ball gag, the rubber slick with spit. With his hands tied behind his back and his mouth full, he was in probably his least favorite position — totally out of control, unable to touch his partner, to give pleasure. But whether he hated it or not, his cock was full and flushed, resting crooked against his stomach.
“No words,” Deanna reminded him. “Just nod your head. Yes or no?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Good boy.” And his cock twitched at that. “You know what to do.”
He shot her a baleful glare and shuffled awkwardly into position — knees pulled in, ass up, hands still wrenched to the small of his back. Deanna circled him and allowed herself a little grin. She could see the blood rushing to his face, both from the position and humiliation. Gently, she ran the cool wooden paddle over the curve of his ass and watched as his thighs tensed and trembled.
“Mmf,” he said around the gag.
“No speaking,” Deanna reminded him. She twisted the paddle until the flat edge rested just under Riker’s balls, warm and heavy against the wood. His whole body went rigid at the threat of a spanking there. A drop of pre-cum smeared against the floor.
“Mmngh,” he said again.
“You’ve been very disobedient today,” Deanna noted idly.
He closed his eyes tight. A pool of saliva wet the floor just beneath his chin. Absolute mess, Deanna thought fondly, and made sure he could hear it. She tapped her paddle lightly against his ass, just to tease him.
And then she raised it high for the first blow.
“I like it when you’re disobedient,” she said.