No, spank him

"That was horribly bland. I expect you to put on a much better show the next time I tell you to do something." Christopher's expression matched the words coming out of his mouth. He looked incredibly uninterested, which made Leylin feel uncomfortable.

"Come over here and lean over my legs. Stick your ass up in the air." Leylin begrudgingly did as Christopher said, fearing if he didn't he would only make his situation worse. He laid his stomach over Christopher's legs, and lifted up his butt. He was not looking forward to what was about to happen, but when he thought of what the king might do to his wife if he disobeyed he grit his teeth and remained quiet. He didn't wish to see her **** and tortured again, once was enough.

"I want you to count each stroke. If you fail to count a stroke, or if you mess it up in some way we will start over. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Master." Christopher corrected him. "You will call me master, as befitting of your status."

"Okay. . . Master." Leylin spit out the word. It felt unpleasant to him, having to acknowledge that he was no longer the owner of his body.

"Alright, I'll begin now. Make sure to say it loudly and thank me after each stroke." Having said that, Christopher began to mercilessly beat Leylin's ass. He reveled in the screams of agony, and marveled as his ass slowly turned from white to red. After the 20th stroke, Leylin already felt tears begin to prick his eyes. He forcefully held them back, so Christopher wouldn't see how pathetic he was. At the very least, he wanted to keep that bit of dignity.

"Twenty. Th-thank you Master." Leylin had already said this line many times, but each time it only became harder to say. He was starting to become out of breath, and his ass felt like it was on fire. He could only hope that Christopher was content with this amount.

"I am nowhere near content with such a pathetic amount. Expect that we will do at least another twenty, ****." Christopher relished in the pitiful look sent his way by Leylin. He noticed his eyes beginning to water, and resolved himself to make him cry before they would finish.

After finishing up with another round of spankings, Christopher was happy to see that tears were streaming down Leylin's cheeks. He wiped them away and licked them, enjoying the salty taste of victory.

"I suppose we've done enough for now. What do you say to your master, ****?" Leylin was confused about what he wanted, but realized when Christopher glared at him.

"Thank you for spanking me, Master." He said, but they were mere empty words. He didn't plan on taking them to heart any time soon.

"Someone will be here shortly to start training you. For now, just lay there and rest." Christopher briskly left the room to attend to his kingly duties, leaving Leylin there to rest. He laid in silence, closing his eyes to take a short nap on the bed. He was soon awaken by the sound of someone slamming the door open.

"It's been a while, Leylin. Did you miss me?" The person asked.

Leylin turned towards the person after hearing the familiar voice and his eyes went wide in confusion and horror.

"I'll be your new trainer from now on. By the time I'm done with you, you will just be an empty shell of what you once were."