Master got up and gathered up my leash. “Come on boy, let’s keep going. Gotta make sure you get your exercise!” he chuckles as he gets to his feet. I promise I’ll be a good boy from now on, I swear!” I knew I pleaded on deaf ears. How am I supposed to train you when you continue to disobey me?” He pulls my leash up so I’m looking up at him, his face stern and domineering. 20 whacks and my chest was just as raw and stinging as my ass. The rest of my body reacted to the pain differently, and my once limp cock began to rise. We walked back to the path, and retraced our way back home. The sound of a throat clearing grabs my attention and I look up, but it’s just my Master coughing up some phlegm.
