A Taste of His Own Medicine

'I suppose it won't surprise you that you're going to get a spanking?'

Red shrugged nonchalantly, but spoke uncertainly, 'I guess not.' His face was still flushed, and every now and again his hands would subconsciously move to cover himself, only for him to catch himself and return them to his sides.

'I thought you might,' Blake responded, walking over to his bag. 'So, I brought some items that might spice things up.' He tossed a small piece of fabric from the bag to Red who was caught off guard and only just caught it.

'Put it on.'

Red held before him a purple thong. He looked at Blake, fruitlessly seeking a reprieve, but instead seeing only the Stallion's commanding stare. His face burning, he pulled the thong up. At the front, the 'V' of fabric was far too small to cover his member, leaving it awkwardly hanging out to one side. Behind him, the thin string disappeared between his buttocks, nestling comfortably in his crack and offering nothing in the way of modesty.

Blake raised his eyebrows and nodded approvingly, 'It suits you, stripper... Although I suppose since you've put clothes back on it's not an appropriate name anymore. Hmmm.' The Stallion strode forward reaching around and caressing Red's buttocks. With his other hand, he traced a finger under his chin turning the Bucks gaze up to look him in the eye as he towered over him. 'I think I'll call you 'Bitch' from now on.'

Red just rolled his eyes, trying not to look too embarrassed by the Stallion's antics. Whatever veneer he may have mustered was soon to be shattered as Blake pulled his tail back towards the chair. The Buck found himself across his lap, his ass presented up in prime position for punishment. Against his stomach he could feel the Stallion's semi-erect cock grinding against him.

He flinched as he felt Blake's large hand run over his trembling cheeks, expecting pain. Instead, the Horse merely groped his backside for a few moments, chuckling at his reaction. He was acutely aware of Blake's arousal as the pressure against his stomach grew.

'So, Bitch, here's how it going to go,' Blake began to rub circles on Red's thong clad ass, 'I'm going to spank you and your going to thank me for it.' Blake shifted his right leg up, '...and just in case you try to do anything stupid...' Blake flexed his leg muscles and Red let out a yelp of surprise. His penis was now wedged between the heavily muscled calf and firm thigh of the Stallion, any flex applied pressure to his cock. '...I now have your dick to play with.'

To Red's shame that first flex had caused his penis to harden slightly, a fact not unnoticed by Blake, who flexed a few more times, teasing out a full erection. 'There we go, full mast.' Blake flexed one last time causing Red to inhale. The feeling was surprisingly pleasurable, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. 'Oh and by the Bitch, if you cum, I'll make you lap up every last drop.' Blake quickly dashed any hope of that.

*Slap* Red gasped a stinging pain shot across his rear. He jolted forward, further stimulating his dick between the muscles. *Smack* a second spank quickly followed the first, sending his buttocks jiggling. 'I don't hear any thank yous.' the Stallion's voice came from above and out of sight.

Red gritted his teeth. Not at the pain, sure it was unpleasant, but it wasn't terrible; No, his chagrin was at the indignity of it all, his wounded pride. Despite all this the words flowed from his trembling lips, 'Thank... Thank you, Sir.' He heard a laugh from behind him.

'That's a good little bitch.'

*Smack* 'Oh! Thank you!'

*Smack* 'Thank you, Sir!'

*Smack* 'Thank you... Ah!.. Sir.'

And so it went on. Red lost count of how many blows landed upon his rear, but the painful stinging grew to a constant ache. Each word of thanks was humiliating, degrading his pride ever further. Every few spanks, Blake would tense his leg around his dick. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to endure the spanking, he realised he was soon on the brink of cumming. Blake did not make idle threats and it took every ounce of willpower to not climax. Red would not give in, he would not be broken.

Perhaps the Stallion realised he was on the brink. Perhaps his rear was suitably tenderized. Whatever the reason, relief finally came and Blake stopped spanking him. Red was panting, drained almost entirely of energy, but he had done it, he had endured. As he moved to stand his cock twitched indicating just how close he had been to cumming.

Red was facing away from Blake and heard the Stallion moving behind him. The next thing he knew, there was a splitting pain in his rear as the thong was pulled up into a wedgie. This would ordinarily have been fine, unpleasant, but in line with the punishment he had received. As the thong rose however, the soft fabric at the front pulled against his sensitive penis. There was a moment of calm where he thought he had managed to stem the flow... Then the floodgates opened.

Red felt a rush of pleasure as a rope of cum shot from the tip of his penis. It traced a silver arc through the air, glistening in the sunlight, before landing in a sticky puddle on the surface of the table in front him.

He gasped, a mix of shock and pleasure as he turned to face Blake. The Stallion wore a menacing grin at the sight.

'Well Bitch, looks like your going to put that tongue of yours to good use...'

Red simply stared at him, in shock, 'No! I didn't cum! You cheated! You-'

He was cut off as Blake covered his mouth from behind. Red could feel the Stallion's enormous bulge pressing between his tender ass cheeks. 'I don't cheat, Bitch. You didn't think spanking was the only part of your punishment? You give out enough wedgies, I thought I'd return the favor.'

The Buck felt hot breath over his ears. The Stallion did not remove his hand, grinding his crotch into Red's behind for a moment. Then he spoke again, 'But you know what Bitch? I'm feeling generous- Well. Not generous but...' Blake released Red, spinning him around and bringing him face to face with his erect penis as it sprung from his trousers. 'Help me sort this out, and I'll let you clean up any mess the normal way. Otherwise, just for calling me a cheat...' His hand stroked his member, '...I'll make you lick it up and give you a nice makeover to wear out and about. The choice is yours...'