F2F: Well well well
hisgracemasterbenjaminaston:
Benjamin all but dragged Connor over to a spanking bench, coming to a stop just before it. He looked down at Connor and pointed to the bench. “I want you on this in less than thirty seconds. By the time I turn back around, I want to see you with your ass in the air.” He dropped the leash and walked over to a small chest sitting on a nearby table. Opening it, he pulled out a small plug with a wide base. Perfect. Exactly what Connor needed to start his training. Picking up the paddle that was lying next to the chest, he turned around, tightening his grip on the handle.
Connor didn’t even have time to complain about his neck as he scrambled to his feet when released from Benjamin’s grasp. He knew the other could be dangerous when pissed off, and so far Connor hadn’t done much to prevent that. Therefore, the younger slave was quick to lay himself over the bench, maneuvering himself so that Benjamin had clear access to his ass; Connor knowing this would save him even more pain in the long run as he bit as his lip and awaited impact.












