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[peacetalks]

"Pray speak your piece, and I shall return it anon."

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[peacetalks]

[aymeric smirks]

Do not forget, this is your discipline we are enacting in this moment. I've done naught to warrant amends.

[still, he makes certain to kiss estinien's neck for every smack]

What number are we on?

[finalsteps]

How the bloody hell should I know what number we are on?

[ He says this both to rile Aymeric up and truly because he lost count five smacks ago. ]

[ His tail is swaying back and forth, whipping every so often at the smacks. ]

[peacetalks]

Hmm. If you can't recall, I suppose we'll just have to start over from the beginning. Count us out.

[SMACK]

[finalsteps]

[ HIS WHOLE ASS IS GONNA BE SORE LATER, Aymeric better rub it better!! ]

Fucking Hells, one.

[ Though Estinien doesn't hate this in the least, his hard cock might be the tale-tell of that. ]

[peacetalks]

Good. Continue.

[he's practically purring at all of this, continuing his assault on estinien's cheeks while kissing the tip of his ear]

[finalsteps]

[ He shivers. Ears even more sensitive now than they were before. ]

[ He is diligent in his counting this time: 2, 3, 4, 5... each time Aymeric hits, he will sound off a number. Though his ass probably looks delightfully red right now. ]

[peacetalks]

[with his free hand, he rubs at the base of where estinien's tail meets his spine, knowing how sensitive they both are right there]

Very, very good, Estinien. I shall give you a few moments before we continue.

[finalsteps]

[ From the spanking, the tail area is even more sensitive than normal. ]

Aye...aye...

[ phew. ]

[peacetalks]

[aymeric's fingers move delicately along estinien's hip to his groin, grasping his cock and stroking it slowly, still rubbing his tail]

You should see how red your arse looks right now. 'Tis a very attractive look on you.

[finalsteps]

[ He rumbles happily at the touch to his tail and cock. It feels even better after having his ass slapped as many times as it was. The rumbles turn into moans. ]

I will, a-ah, take your word for it, beloved.

[peacetalks]

Are you feeling sensitive?

[his fingers at the base of his spine move down to dance over estinien's reddened cheek :3c]

[finalsteps]

Aye, I am.

[ He shivers again, it is a reflex at this point. Aymeric is being a tease now!!! ]

[peacetalks]

I see.

[he nearly purrs as he speaks, and removes his hand]

'Tis time to resume. Take a deep breath, and count us off from six.

[SMACK]

[finalsteps]

[ He whines at the loss of touch. His body trying to falter on him. Though he catches himself before his hands slip from their position. ]

[ he gasps again at the smack on his ass. ]

Halone's Tit's-- six!

[peacetalks]

[aymeric continues his assault, as hard and relentless as before]

Almost there. Look at you like this... you're breathtaking. To behold your strength and endurance like this... 'tis an exquisite sight. And you are doing so well, taking all of this.

[finalsteps]

[ He will do his best not to taper off with the counting. He’s dealt with much worse than a spanking.

But goddamn if aymeric doesn’t have a strong hand. ]

And should there be a reward for having such endurance?

[peacetalks]

If I decide you've been good enough for one. What number are we on?

[drumming his fingers over estinien's cheek]

[finalsteps]

One, we're on one.


[ He sure hopes anyways. He's certain he didn't lose count this time. ]

[peacetalks]

[he laughs]

We were just on six. Are you so eager to be disciplined, an ehsk?

[finalsteps]

Clearly I’ve no sense of numbers.

[ He does give an amused laugh. ]

[peacetalks]

Very well, if you must insist. We'll start with one again.

[SMACK]

[finalsteps]

[ Actually, he's to the point of laughing. ]

[ HAHA, SORE ASS IS FUNNY NOW. ]

[peacetalks]

You are laughing! Is the thought of having an arse as red as a cherry amusing to you, my love?

[squeezing that arse. but also he's grinning too, trying not to laugh]

[finalsteps]

[ He groans, but, not completely displeased. ]

I am laughing, your hand is quite firm.

[peacetalks]

Not nearly as firm as your behind.

[drums his fingers over estinien's red cheek]

If my discipline is not having the intended effect... then I suppose I must try another tactic.

[he lets go of estinien, stepping back]