Rules

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(Kyle's P.O.V)

1.) Only during designated moments will I be your Master and you my slave, otherwise we will act as any other couple. You may end or begin these moments

2.) Under designated times you will listen to me and only me, outside of you saying your safe word

3.) Misbehavior will be met with punishment, depending on your pre set limits

"I'm not one for too many set rules, I need to know your limits before a rhythm is set in place. So more rules will come later as I get to know you better." 

"Makes sense but I still have a few questions about this." Chris gestured for me to continue. "Well like the designated times stuff, will we have time for that everyday or weekly?" 

"Again that depends on your limits, at first I'll keep you under your slave persona for short periods. A few hours at a time, again some slaves like to stay that way for longer stints some even shorter than a couple hours. Tomorrow I'd like to start with you being in your slave state, get you used to it for three to four hours at most." I smiled gently.

"That actually helps a bit but I'm still nervous about something..." Chris chuckled and sat down next to me. "The punishments right?" I nodded and looked at him shyly. 

"Wh-what would they b-be like?" Chris sighed and went to grab my hand, I let him take it.

"Honestly some would be quite light depending on what you had done others might reach your limits, push at them even. I am partial to a few types of punishments, none of which I think would truly harm you." 

"A-and what are th-those?" Chris grinned and leaned in a bit closer.

"Frankly I've come to enjoy putting boys like you over my knee, other times I like post orgasm torture, edging as well." I felt that familiar twitch between my legs again as he finished, I sort of liked the idea of being put over his knee. I suppose I hadn't immediately noticed I'd squeezed my thighs together slightly or leaned closer to Chris but he soon made me aware of my actions as he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap. "Now if I didn't know any better I'd say you liked something I just said..." I felt my face flush I didn't want to admit I liked the idea of him spanking me, simply out of embarrassment I fibbed though no well. "N-no I didn't..." Chris clicked his tongue at me and cooed. "Ya know l don't like being lied to... In fact, I think it's worth a punishment..." I moaned a bit under my breath and squirmed in his lap. "Of course if you came clean, maybe I'd throw in a little pleasure with your punishment..." The heat in my lap grew and I blurted out. "I want you to spank me!" Chris even seemed surprised. 

"Is that so? Well I wanted to wait till tomorrow for this but I suppose just as my boyfriend we can have a little rough fun... As long as you're comfortable with it." I bit my lip and nodded.

"Yeah I am but... Not too hard, just yet..." Chris chuckled and mumbled in my ear.

"Don't worry little one, just a few light swats-" Chris flipped me almost facing him with my stomach across his leg, though he put his knee between my thighs. He rubbed my lower back and hummed. "This is the best way I've found to do it, not as hard on your back as bending you over the side of my lap. Easier to keep hold of you too." Chris locked my arms behind my back with one hand, with the other he rubbed circles into each cheek. His hands were warm it was almost relaxing. As I began melting into his touch his hand pulled back and delivered a painful little sting. I jutted forward a bit but lifted my hips in anticipation for the next swat, I could hear Chris moan in delight. "What a good boy, taking his punishment so well..." Another hit, this one was a little harder but it made my cock almost painfully hard. I began rubbing my crotch against his knee a bit making him nearly growl. "Is my good boy feeling a little naughty?" I moaned rather than saying yes and I suppose that wasn't allowed given he spanked me even harder, this one made me yelp and gasp a bit. "Answer me honey..." I squirmed and groaned out.

"I'm f-feeling naughty..." Chris pulled me off his lap and laid me back on the couch. 

"I know how to deal with that..."

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