Jotaro Kujo (Part 4-5) - Become Us

19 Punish Me/ Spoil Me

It was 2010.

Jotaro came home from one of his more frequent trips to... Wherever the heck he goes to. It's in the water. That's what I know. Even when he did explain, I didn't understand. Marine Biology just goes over my head.

As usual, I sat up a welcome home dinner for him, and I prepared to spend as much time as I could with him. I loved to spoil him.

But after we were done, Jotaro went ahead to the bedroom. When I finally got there after putting some things away, I stopped in the doorway.

Jotaro was on the bed, in just his underwear with different toys around him. He looked up from the flogger in his hand and his collar in the other. He said, "Hey... Sweetheart..."

This man never changed.

Well, neither did I.

In five minutes time, I had Jotaro tied up in shibari rope face down. I tied rope on his legs, so that he was on his knees and his butt was up. I've learn quite a bit from tying him up for years. To top it off, his collar glinted in the dim light from around his neck.

I was on my knees behind him on the bed. I had the flogger on my hand. I rubbed my hand up and down his thigh. "Now tell me: what do you want?"

He shivered from my touch. "Make me yours. P-." He stopped himself.

"Hm?" I feigned ignorance. "What was that?"

He swayed his hips and a hum came from deep in his throat. He was shy to continue what he wanted to say.

"How am I supposed to give you want you want if you don't tell me?" I rubbed his bottom down to his balls, but I pulled my hand away. "I know you can do it. You're my sweetheart. You got this."

He finally mumbled a barely audible, "Punish me."

"Good job," I whispered. I pulled my hand with the flogger back and hit him in the thighs. I made sure it hit his balls for good measure.

He grunted and hummed.

For some reason, it was what he liked. Of course, if I wasn't uncomfortable, anything is fair game.

"More?" I asked.

"Yes," he panted. "More... please."

I hit him again. I rubbed my free hand on his thighs. I reached under him and grabbed his length. I began stroking him, then I hit him again.

Jotaro moaned into his pillow.

I pouted, "I want to hear your beautiful voice. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

"Mmhm," he mumble eagerly. "Mmhm." He turned his face from the pillow.

"Good job," I whispered. "You're following directions so perfectly." I hit him again.

He panted, "More, please." He moved his hips so that he positioned himself how he wanted me to stroke him. He hummed.

"You're such a good boy using your words for me," I cooed. I hit him about ten more times.

He knees slid apart as he panted. He grunted as the tip rubbed against the sheets.

"Such a good boy taking those spankings," I praised. My hand continued stroking him as his hip movements went ragged.

He was close.

I began hitting him again. It took five more floggings until he released into the sheets. I kept my hand firmly on him as he thrusted forward a few times into it. He let his voice free as he shuddered.

I rolled him over to his back. I reached over and wiped the excess tears from his face. I undid the rope on his legs, straightening his legs. Then I sat on his lower thighs. I laid against him and bit his collar bone.