Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2012 09:01:16 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: Puppy Love 6 PUPPY LOVE Part 6 When I got home the next day Diego sat me down and we had our serious talk. Or more precisely he did. "Now, tell me you have this obsession with your father and his lover completely out of your system." I nodded. "Yes Diego, I love them both but I don't want sex with them again." "Good, and tell me you are going to go back to school and then college even though you'll be two years behind your peers." "Yes Diego." Another `good.' "And you are going to remain totally monogamous all the time you live with me." Of course I was. "What you did two years ago cost you those two years of your life, but more importantly it hurt all the people who loved you. If you are going to remain here as my lover you are going to accept my punishment for your stupidity, and I promise you it is going to be painful. Do you understand and accept that?" I looked into his eyes and could see the love and concern. After only a couple of weeks this man had fallen in love with me and kept that flame alive for two years, doubling his efforts to get Rio when he was convinced I was one of the abducted boys. How could I not accept whatever he wanted to do to me. I dropped my eyes from his and whispered. "Yes Diego, I love you so much, and I know I deserve to be punished. I'm so sorry I was such a stupid unthinking shit." I don't remember him ever being this serious with me again. He told me to go to our bedroom, get naked and come back with the leather belt he had left on his dresser. I teared up, a leather belt would hurt wicked if he used it with any force and I was sure he would, otherwise he would have made do with his hand. I understood pain from the beating I had taken from Rio, but I didn't believe Diego would be that bad. I just knew it would hurt though. He called me through to the kitchen when I had done as I was told. What I saw shocked me. In the centre of the kitchen was this large cutting block about three feet long, sat on very sturdy legs. He had fixed restraints to the front legs. Two at the bottom and two half way up. "Lay your chest on the block and spread your legs, your arms drop back to hang over the edge." I started to shake, I had been restrained for my first beating and I knew how horrendous it felt not being able to get away from the punisher. He secured my legs first, then my wrists, adjusting the amount of slack so that I had to slide back on the block, pushing my bottom out more. "Today you get 20 with my hand for behaving like a stupid little boy. Tomorrow you get 20 with the belt. If I ever punish you again it will be 20 with a cane. Do you understand why I am going to be so evil?" I almost whispered my reply, "Yes Diego." I knew I had caused a huge amount of heartache to three people that loved me and I deserved to be punished. He slid the belt over my lips and told me to grip it with my teeth. "I don't want to hear you screaming so bite on it very hard." He pulled up a kitchen chair and sat end on to my butt, odd, I thought, but not for long. One hand for each cheek and he started like a metronome. I didn't have to think about when I was going to get the next one because they came regularly. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek right cheek, each one exploded in my brain, Diego was a very strong man. When he had finished he walked round and took his belt back. Then he released me and left me there. "Don't move from there until I tell you to." I didn't think I could have done even if I had wanted to. I hurt, I hurt a lot, too much to even touch my butt. No such reticence on Diego's part. He came back in with some cream and started to rub it into my cheeks. To start with I screamed, and then it got sensual and I sprung a woody. Diego expected that so when he had finished with the cream he fingered me and I could feel the lube. The next thing I felt was his cock head and then he was in me. I loved it, he was always amazing when he slid his beautiful cock into my love tunnel. The combination of pain and pleasure this time though was astounding. I thought, `oh God, beat me every day if being fucked afterwards is so incredible.' I had another one of my no touch orgasms which made me scream again it was so intense. When he came I could feel how powerful it was, but then he destroyed me, he pulled out immediately he had finished, slapped me hard once and then said, "That was supposed to be punishment, not pleasure," and he left the kitchen. I was heartbroken, how could he give me so much pleasure and then do that. I lay there for ages sobbing my heart out. Eventually I think he understood how devastated I was because he came back, picked me up like I was a bag of feathers, just like he did the day he rescued me. Into the bedroom and on the bed being caressed and apologised to. "I love you so much Baby, I never want to go through again what I went through this last two years, and that punishment was meant to ensure you would think before you act in future." He made love to me then, properly, and I cried more buckets of tears. No one in the world could have been this thrilling and sensuous, he took me to levels of ecstasy I could never have dreamt of before. Destruction complete, I slept. When I woke it was dark and there was just the soft glow of a night light. I looked round and there sat my lover in an armchair by the light, reading. He must have felt my eyes on him because he put the book down and walked over to the bed. He sat down, leant in and kissed me softly on the lips before sitting up, stroking my torso and asking. "How are you feeling?" I didn't know, like I was spaced out on drugs, floating, not really in this world. I remembered him making love to me and I closed my eyes again. Was it really that incredible? It was like a dream, impossible to recreate in the real world. I started to cry again, quite softly, I wanted him to do it again, show me that it wasn't a dream, but I couldn't speak. I think he realised because he slid his robe off, got into bed with me and just wrapped me in his arms. My next conscious thought was how bright it was. I opened my eyes properly and looked straight into Diego's eyes. He was propped up on one elbow looking down on me with so much love that it made me gasp. He dropped his head to give me a good morning kiss. "Like me to pamper you in a shower?" I nodded, I wondered if I would ever be able to speak again, I could still feel the wonder of his loving. Well, he did pamper me in the shower, like never before, it was wonderful, I didn't get an erection though which surprised both of us. He did of course, but he wouldn't let me touch it. "Breakfast first, lovemaking maybe, afterwards." Then I spoke. "Spoilsport, but I still love you more than my life." We both grinned and then the kitchen for food. I noticed immediately that the restraints were missing from the cutting block. I looked at him quizzically. "No more punishment, I think I've made my point." He looked serious until I had nodded my understanding, and then he walked up to me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, tender, loving and long. "I love you so much, I promise I'm going to make you happy." Silly man, didn't he realise that just seeing him made me happy? THE END