Page 71 of A Brat's Tale
“I’m going to pull down your shorts, Tristan, and then you will hold position.”
His fingers reach under the waistband of the small shorts brushing against my skin and I shiver—this is happening, it’s really happening. I continue to focus on my goal here, which is to serve Corrik in the best way I can. Strobavik is a talented dungeon master, I can learn a lot from him. The cool air hits my skin as he peels the shorts to my mid-thighs, my cock springs free ready to party.Sorry buddy, you’re gonna need to calm down.
Instead of the spell to help my human body make the lube-like substance I’m told I’ll make as an Elf, he lathers my arse with lube from a bottle, massaging it into my crevices, making the area warm. “Mmmmm,” I can’t help moaning, and I imagine the way his face scrunches when he’s displeased since I can’t see him from this angle.
“Tristan,” he scolds.
“Sorry, Master Strobavik.”
“Mmmhmmm.”
I’m not supposed to be so responsive for Alrik. This is more to do with his personal preferences than the Master-slave relationship in general. Though I have noticed, that while Strobavik began as an anal bastard who would not allow me to get away with anything, he’s softened just a bit.
Only a bit.
He’s still unrelenting and I don’t get away with much, but for a response like that in the past, he would have broken out his special wooden Tristan Paddle. That’s its name. He had it made specially for me because with the slaves and submissives he trains, they usually don’t require something so juvenile—he didn’t have one on hand. But I am a fucking brat, and he’s known this since before he spoke out about it. He knew he’d get nowhere with me without using some of the things my brain and body respond to.
It’s what they understand.
I start when his finger dips into my entrance, he smacks my arse hard with an open hand for that and after the sting dissipates some I relax. “That’s it, Tristan. Take what I give you. The key is to open yourself for receiving. This will make you pliant.”
His finger sinks in past both knuckles. It’s long, and the burn feels good. I resist the urge to push back but fuck do I want to. My cock is unhappy. He wants someone to touch him, but no one’s going to do that, at least not right now.
“That’s it, my naughty kitten can behave when he puts his mind to it.”
I twist my lips at him but only because I know he can’t see me do so. Naughty kitten is a name he gave me because I cannot behave like a proper slave should. Sometimes I feel insulted by it but more often I think it means he’s fond of me.
As much as others will bring out a specific energy in me, my brat energy brings out the playful energy of most I engage with no matter how rigid they are.
Would I be able to do that with Alrik if I tried?
“Is this aching, Tristan?” he says reaching under to grab my cock.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I mean, yes Master Strobavik.”
I swear I hear him laugh. “When you are with Alrik, he will put you in chastity as most Masters do. There won’t be any need for this to be out, bothering you.”
He strokes it again but then thankfully leaves it alone. With strokingandhis finger in my arse, I’m not sure how long I would be able to hold back from orgasming. What he’s said has me curious and I find I am forever curious about all things in the fetish realm. I also can’t help remembering Corrik talking about chastity—fuck, Corrik has a chastity fetish too, doesn’t he? “Is chastity a common kink among you, Elves?”
“Tristan.”
I’ve spoken out of turn again and I didn’t bother to use the appellation. Dammit. “Sorry!”
His magic hands are gone and when he returns, he has the dreaded Tristan Paddle. We both know why I’m being punished. He lays downseveral firm whacks to my arse, and I have to fight not to tuck under or move away. Each smack brings a fresh set of tears to the corners of my eyes because that thing’s fucking sting-y, and with the force Strobavik uses it always takes my breath away.
“Thank you for correcting me, Master Strobavik,” I say when he finally sets the paddle aside, my arse on fire.
“You aren’t behaving yourself today. You need to focus. I’m afraid you already don’t meet the requirements to earn permission for an orgasm tonight. You must do better before I can allow it.”
Gods dammit. “I will, Master Strobavik. Iamsorry.”
He must hear the earnestness in my voice. “I know you will, but I also know you can do better. You’re distracted.”
“I am but … permission to speak, Master Strobavik?”
“Go ahead,” he says, returning his evil but delicious finger to my arse.
“I’m so curious. I want to know about these things. I want to know everything.”
