Dark Nights in Candlelight

Ladrien - Thirteen

I'M BACK PEASANTS!!!!!! MISS ME?!

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So it's been a while now since I have last updated this story I honestly don't know what happened, I always put it off and now I'm here. But on the bright side I have upgraded my sinfulness and I hope that it will be better than before. I am  purposefully avoiding going back to previous chapters to avoid the cringe. Now lets get on with the show shall we? =D

Adrien's POV: 

If it weren't for the cuffs binding me to a hook on my wall I would have fallen flat on my ass by now. Not that Ladybug would let my subline buttocks get damaged by anything other than her hand but still.

Smack! 

The sting caused by her hand bring my mind to my current state. Tied and tethered to the wall, blindfolded, and naked. Did I mentioned getting spanked?

"What number is it now?"

"I...um-uh, n-nine! It's nine!" I shout.

"Good boy. Almost thought you lost count." Ladybug soothingly runs a hand across my back. "I wouldn't blame you though. My goal was to fuck that pretty little mind out of you. But," She harshly grips my hair carful to not misadjust the blindfold obscuring my sight, and pulls back causing me to unconsciously tug against my restraints. "I would have to punish you regardless. Now lets continue."

Smack!

"Ten!" The sharp sting sends a pleasant shivers up my spine.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"Ah!"

"What number Adrien?"

"It-it's..um...I-."

"Come on now. What number?" I hear the smile in her voice.

I have lost count. 

"I...I don't know," I whisper, hoping that she wont' hear. Not that it will matter.

Ladybug tisks, smacking my ass again then squeezing hard enough that I yelp.

"Speak up!" She commands. She squeezes my ass again this time clenching the flesh till I respond.

"I don't know! I don't know!" I sob. I know my answer will lead to punishment, but my cock can't help twitch at the promise of it. I practically yearn for whatever penalty my red clad counterpart has in store for me.  When did I become a sucker for punches? Maybe Ladybug is right. Maybe I need to stop putting myself in front of too much danger. I think my danger-o-meter has a loose screw. And apparently my excitement is noticeable.

"Aww, does kitty like the sound of that?"

Yes. Kitty likes. Kitty likes a lot.

I give a small nod. No use denying it. I just pray that newly found love for pain and punishment only involves Ladybug being the one dishing it out. God strike me where I stand if I pop a boner after getting round-housed kicked by a villain. 

She takes a few steps back and I feel her penetrating gaze on me, no doubt determining an adequate retribution for my failure. 

I know she has come to a decision when she moves to uncuff me, pulling me to her and kissing my shoulder. 

"It must have been painful waiting for me to arrive and give you your well-earned pleasure."

I hum in agreement.

"It'd be a shame if you had to wait any longer, wouldn't it?"

I hum again.

Suddenly my head is yanked back by the forceful pull of her grip to my hair as she drags me in the direction of my bed then pushing me face down ass up on the mattress.