In the Doghouse - Chapter 156
In response to Richard’s quivering state, Courtney lowered her arm, the same arm that had been raised so high just moments ago.
Her breath was caught at the base of her throat, while Richard’s back and rear were marked with deep red welts from the strikes. Taking in the sight of his trembling body, Courtney worked to steady her own breaths.
In the silence of the room, only her rough breathing echoed, though she could also hear her heartbeat—pounding wildly as if it might burst.
Perhaps it was the intensity of the situation. Her head felt light and her thoughts hazy. As excitement threatened to take over, Courtney pressed a hand to her chest, reminding herself to stay in control.
“Already putting on an act, are you?”
Though she knew there would be no answer. Moving closer to his head, she noticed Richard was trembling, his hands wrapped around the back of his head in a protective gesture.
Courtney gently took one of his hands away, and he instinctively turned his head toward her. His flushed cheek was visible beneath the blindfold, and the gag in his mouth was wet from the drool that had already started to soak it.
“Do you want to stop?”
Richard shook his head slightly. It was a question that barely needed asking, especially with the safety token still gripped firmly in his hand.
Lingering or showing hesitation wasn’t wise, especially given the precautions she’d taken. Turning away sharply, Courtney steadied her emotions under a facade of control. Richard quickly returned to his earlier position, hiding his head in his arms.
Courtney set down the whip and picked up a wooden paddle this time, intending to avoid her usual restrained approach.
“Raise your hips properly,” she ordered coldly.
Still trembling, Richard lifted his hips obediently, and Courtney swung the paddle without allowing him time to prepare.
Thud. The heavy, dull impact sent a shudder through him, resonating deep in his belly, as a wave of heat and pressure bloomed under his skin. His toes curled from the mixture of shock and pleasure.
Where the irregular marks from the whip had been scattered before, a large red blotch now spread across his skin, courtesy of the paddle. As she looked at it, Courtney felt a strange sensation, as if a crack had formed somewhere within her. Attempting to suppress the feeling, she struck him harder.
Thud, thud! The repeated, blunt impacts forced a muffled groan from Richard’s restrained lips.
“Mmph, mm…!”
Though she knew these sounds came from his heightened excitement, a part of her felt soft-hearted, and she couldn’t quite understand why.
There was no question she was enjoying this moment. She wanted to push him harder, to see him endure more. Yet, at the same time, there was a conflicting urge to abandon everything and hold him close—a feeling she knew neither of them actually fully desired, yet it lingered within her nonetheless.
Courtney tossed the paddle aside, the clatter startling Richard, who flinched at the sudden noise.
Masking her own confusion beneath her desire for control, Courtney took out the next item from her prepared tools and climbed onto the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
Richard adjusted his knees, pushing them outward to widen his stance. Between his thighs, his hardened body twitched slightly, betraying his excitement.
Smack—
Courtney slapped his red, swollen backside with her palm.
“Wider.”
“Hng…!”
Despite already being sufficiently spread, Courtney continued pressing him further until his knees were well beyond shoulder-width apart, only stopping when he physically could not widen his stance any more.
Courtney opened a bottle she’d prepared and poured the oil onto his reddened skin, the cold liquid causing his already inflamed backside to twitch involuntarily.
“Perfect.”
The slightly swollen flesh looked almost inviting, so Courtney massaged the oil into his skin, pressing her fingers firmly, even digging her nails in to leave light scratches. A stifled breath escaped Richard’s nose, and Courtney smirked, sliding her hand over his taut muscles.
“Relax.”
Richard exhaled sharply, loosening his muscles. By now, he was well-trained, and his body reacted instinctively, the opening yielding slightly in response.
Courtney retrieved a string of beads, their shape confirming his suspicions—these were a**l beads, with small, rounded sections leading up to a larger one at the end, each progressively bigger than the last.
She aligned the smooth, oiled end at his entrance, and Richard drew a deep breath in anticipation. No matter how much he prepared himself, the sensation of something entering there always made him pause.
“Haah, hn…”
The first few beads slipped in effortlessly, thanks to his prior preparation, but he felt a slight resistance as they reached the third.
Slowly and steadily, Courtney continued pressing the beads in, the way his body seemed to almost swallow them one by one oddly satisfying to watch.
Richard, fully absorbed in the sensations taking over his body, could only focus on this one feeling as each bead entered him.
The sharp pleasure, the pull of each movement, blurred his senses, until it felt as though his body was nothing more than this single point of sensation, his mind detached from everything but the fullness inside him.
