Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ Naughty Kitty ( Chapter 3 )

Naughty Kitty

 

Schuldig neared the leather bench and obediently laid on it, stomach down. His hands gripped the cushioned leather before him as he waited for Crawford.

 

Crawford came and took both of his slender wrists and put them into leather cuffs. He tightened them so they didn't cut off any blood, but they were snug enough to promise no hope for escape.

 

The German looked up at his master's face for some sign that this would all be playful. There was no such sign so he lowered his head and shivered.

 

The older man walked by him so Schuldig watched his movements. He noticed the American picked up a black bag to the side of the room. His eyes widened as he recognized it as the bag from when he was getting dressed.

 

It meant that Brad knew Schuldig would mess up like he had, and that he'd be in here, chained onto this bench awaiting punishment.

 

Schuldig's brows pursed in confusion, as he wondered why Crawford hadn't told him so he could avoid this punishment. He failed to realize how obvious the answer was.

 

Brad stood, a riding crop in his hand. He turned, “Are you ready?”

 

The boy nodded and closed his eyes, “Yes master- ahh!” he cried out at the end. No sooner had he given his answered his master than the crop fell hard against his ass.

 

The hits rained down over his sore end. Striking over the small of his back, to his rear, even dotting down onto the sensitive upper part of his thighs. He laid his face down onto the leather, facing away from his master.

 

He breathed heavily, trying to recover from the power behind each blow. His eyes widened when one stray strike hit square on the back of the tail. It was a harder and at first he was thankful that it hadn't hit his flesh, then he realized the intention Crawford had for the blow.

 

The hit made the phallic within him sink deeper. Schuldig moaned as it slightly brushed against that special place inside him.

 

Now he moved his ass back and forth, trying to catch one of the hits on that spot again. An extra hard blow hit on the curve of his rear and Schuldig yelped.

 

Crawford admonished, “Stop moving around.”

 

Schuldig whimpered but consented, “Yes master”. He lay his face down on its side, breathing in deeply before starting to concentrate on muffling his moans.

 

Once again, his master's punishment felt much better than he thought it would. Bradley paused after Schuldig released a long moan.

 

“What was that?” he followed the question with another slap from the riding crop.

 

Schuldig stifled another moan from the hit. Brad demanded, “Are you enjoying this Schuldig?”

 

The boy whimpered slightly, biting his lower lip as another hit landed square on his ass. Crawford ordered, “Answer me when I speak to you. Are you enjoying your punishment?”

 

With a shiver he nodded, he didn't want to admit he liked it, but couldn't remain silent, and he definitely wouldn't lie to his master and risk getting in deeper trouble, “Y-yes master. I am.”

 

“Then we'll just up the amp and give you something a little more graduated.” He searched his bag and pulled out a broad paddle. He stroked his hand across it, allowing time for Schuldig to study it.

 

Schuldig's crystal blue eyes scanned the wooden paddle. It was broad; if he opened his hand it would reach from the tip of his thumb to the tip of his pinky. In the corner was written `B.J.C.' his master' initials.

 

He lowered his head and watched from the corner of his eyes. Crawford moved behind him and began. Schuldig cried out, surprised with the force behind it.

 

The second hit affected him less on the pain level, as he now noticed the way it pushed the dildo deep within him. He breathed deeper and lifted his ass slightly.

 

Schuldig welcomed the appliance that entered and slid out repeatedly. He became lost in the feeling of it. Before he knew it he was moaning once again from the feeling of it.

 

Crawford noticed the moans and smirked as he continued to paddle the young boy's sore bottom. After several minutes of the abuse on Schuldig's sore bottom, and the pleasure spreading from inside, Crawford stopped.

 

The younger boy had to bite back a whimper as he saw his master walking away. He reached back into his black bag and pulled out full-length whip.

 

Schuldig's eyes widened and he pulled at his bonds. He held back a whimper and gulped, “M-master?”

 

Crawford cracked the whip loudly in the air. Schuldig lowered his head to the bench, watching from the corner of his very wide eyes. His breath was shallow with a bit of fear; he didn't like the look of this whip.

 

The 6 foot long whip was coiled tightly up to the end where the ends frayed into thin black strings resembling black snake tongues. Tied onto these `snake tongues' were small red beads, the color of blood. Schuldig's eyes widened further as the light caught on a few extra accessories on the end, small metal spikes.

 

Schuldig knew that the point of this whip would be to make him scream and cry, then even beg for his master's mercy and forgiveness.

 

As Schuldig looked the whip up and down he came to the conclusion that this would not bring him any pleasure at all and wouldn't do anything for the erection he'd been growing from the previous `punishment'.

 

Crawford walked closer and lifted the whip; Schuldig buried his face into the leather, tugging again at the bonds that held him down. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes tightly.

 

The leather tips and cold beads lay on his flesh gently; Schuldig opened his eyes in shock. The tips all danced up and down his back, swirling and gliding along.

 

“Any last words?” Crawford asked with a smirk.

 

“L-last words?” Schuldig asked curiously.

 

“Yes.” Brad responded, “I assure you, you'll be screaming through out this and tomorrow morning your throat will be to sore to form coherent words.”

 

Schuldig's eyes widened in fear. He realized that Crawford must have seen the future, in which case, his fate was unavoidable.

 

“M-master…” Schuldig began, “Please Master, don't! I don't want this! Please master! Have Mercy!” he pulled at his restrictions more desperately now, “I beg you! I beg you master! Please don't do this to me!”

 

There was a long silence during which Schuldig's heart beat greatly increased. Crawford drifted his hand over Schuldig's back in a somewhat soothing manner. Crawford dropped the whip and started, “I'll move on then.”

 

The straps holding the tail in Schuldig's ass were undone meticulously. Crawford removed the instrument and coated his erection with lubrication.

 

He pulled Schuldig's rear up so he could press 2 fingers into the entrance. Schuldig mewled and the intrusion by spread his legs a little more, hoping to get the finger deeper.

 

With a smirk, Crawford rubbed the fingers over the spot inside his pet that made Schuldig cry out, and buck excitedly. He put a hand on the boy's hip to keep him in place as he continued to probe with his fingers.

 

Brad drew the fingers out and positioned his member in front of the tight ring of muscle. He licked his lips and sunk inside moaning in time with his pet.

 

He thrust in and out repeatedly, relishing the tight pleasure wrapped around him. Schuldig moaned at the pleasure but began to notice his own need, which still went unsatisfied.

 

He laid his face on the leather, “Craw- Master… please. I'm so -oh- I'm so hard. Please, let me -ah yes- let me come.”

 

After a pause Crawford smirked, “Go ahead.”

 

Schuldig growled, clearly frustrated. He pulled on his bonds again, “Master I can't -pant- I need you to -oh- touch me please -oh yes, yes, yes- touch me master.”

 

“I'm busy at the moment.” Bradley answered, hardly containing his laugh.

 

Schuldig bucked wildly, twisting and turning I frustration, “You are not! You don't need your hands to fuck me in the ass! I'm not going anywhere! Master! Please, touch me already, I want it so badly!”

 

The older boy smirked as he watched his 15-year-old pet bucking and spearing himself deeper on his master's shaft. The slave moaned as the organ hit the spot inside him deliberately.

 

He grew still and put his head back down, relaxing greatly from the pleasure that came. With a smirk Crawford drove inside again, deliberately hitting that spot hard. Schuldig cried out with pleasure.

 

Crawford proceeded to hit the spot again and again mercilessly. Schuldig arched and moaned tossing his head back and forth, begging for relief from the torture.

 

But Schuldig would not get it; the pet would not come until Crawford was good and ready for him to. Crawford continued to thrust, still hitting that same spot.

 

Schuldig bit his lips and tilted his head away from Crawford trying to hide the evidence that he was about to come. His eyes drifted shut as he could almost feel his seed rushing down its path so he could come.

 

But it suddenly stopped. Schuldig's eyes widened as he realized there was some tight yet smooth thing around the base of his cock. Schuldig shook his head, “Master, I want to come~” he whined.

 

Crawford stroked his length, “Do you want me to touch you?”

 

“No!” Schuldig pleaded, trying to move his length away from the hand. It made him grow harder and more needy, but still he could not come.

 

 

“What a finicky pet I have. You want me to touch you, and now your trying to hide from my caress.” Crawford sighed.

 

“Master, please, I just want… I want… let me come, I want to come so badly. Please let me come. It hurts.” Schuldig begged as me continued to squirm.

 

Crawford opened his mouth to respond but only moaned and called out his pet's name and he released his seed deep inside Schuldig. He remained pressed into the boy for a while, catching his breath.

 

He finally drew out and grabbed the boy's hips, flipping him over. Schuldig complained at the discomfort it caused in his shoulders when he suddenly arched off the leather board, “Master.” He groaned as Crawford held his organ.

 

Crawford stroked the length, pulling greedily at it. His strong hand held one of the boy's legs out, baring his package proudly.

 

The American watched hungrily as he thrust his hand up and down the length. He touched it, pulled it, stroked it, and flicked hi thumb over the sensitive parts he knew as well as the back of his hand.

 

Schuldig mewled and cooed, lost in the feelings of pleasure. He had never received oral pleasure from Crawford or any of his other masters, so this was quite a treat to the young slave.

 

Finally he came in Crawford's hand, reveling in the pleasure it brought. Brad put his hand in front of Schuldig's mouth, “Lick it.”

 

The boy opened his eyes; they were half lidded in passion. He opened his mouth and allowed the fingers to enter. He licked and sucked each one obediently until they were clean.

 

When the boy's task was done Crawford removed his restraints. Schuldig smiled up at his master and rolled off his back to sit up. He arched and stood, yelping in pain.

 

He looked over his shoulder and instantly started complaining, “What the hell? I'm completely red!”

 

Crawford laughed, “Don't tell me you forgot already.”

 

Schuldig grumbled, “I didn't think you hit me that hard.” He tried to rub his sore bottom and hissed in pain, “Crawford! I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week!”

 

The American laughed, “Well that's alright. That means you can be up on your feet serving me all day.”

 

“Crawford.” Schuldig complained.

 

Bradley put his hand around his pet's shoulder, “Just imagine! You can serve me my breakfast in bed. And you can give me shoulder massages while I read the paper. You can bring me my coffee whenever I need a refill. Oh the fun will never end!”

 

“Crawford.” Schuldig whined again, batting at his arm playfully.

 

“Can you walk?” the 20 year old asked.

 

After a pause Schuldig nodded but answered, “I don't want to yet.”

 

Crawford smiled gently and picked his pet up, carrying him to one of the vacant rooms above where he could lay the boy in a bed and let him rest.

 

Schuldig lay face down on the bed and waited for his master. When Crawford climbed into the bed as well he wrapped his arms around the man lovingly.

 

Crawford ran his fingers through the young boy's hair, “You know, you're beautiful with that post coital look about you.”

 

The boy nodded, “I know.” He winked, “And I don't have to read your mind to know it either.”

 

The American laughed and Schuldig leaned forward enough to lick his cheek slightly. The German laid his head against the older man's chest and purred gently till he fell asleep in his loving master's embrace.

 

 

( P.S. if you haven't gotten it by now, the reason Crawford didn't warn Schuldig is because he wanted to punish him… duh!)

 

(Next Chapter: Schuldig does something right for a change! Woot woot! So Crawford decides to give him a treat, what sexual favor does Schuldig ask for? There will be Bondage, NC-17, and more but if I tell you, I'll give it away.

Now there's only one problem… I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH REVIEWS TO POST IT. So start writing those damned reviews already. Got it?)