Spank him

"You have a nice ass, but I think it could use a little more color." He stroked his ass gently, then roughly grabbed at the left side of his ass. his fingernails dug into Leylin's tender flesh, and left deep red marks on his pale white skin. Leylin winced slightly but refused to give much of a reaction. Anton took a moment to admire the sight of Leylin tied helplessly to the bed. His eyes wandered over his naked form and took in everything greedily. Without warning, he drew his hand back and brought it down hard against Leylin's ass. He watched as a red mark began to form on his ass in the shape of his hand.

"Now here's how it's going to work. I'm going to spank you, and you're going to count each time I hit you. If you lose count, we start over. If you forget to say the number, we start over. Finally, if I can't hear you, we start over."

"What number are we counting to?"

"Whatever I feel like. It could be 100, it could be 10. I'm going to start now." He hit Leylin's ass hard, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh giving in to him. Leylin's ass jiggled from the impact.

"One!" He shouted out in pain. Anton gave his ass another spank.

"Two!" He shouted out again.

. . .

"T-Twentynine." He said rather quietly. Leylin had become a complete mess at this point. His eyes were in a complete haze, as if he wasn't fully present. His ass was already bright red, and his hair stuck to his face from all the sweat. Anton brought his hand down one more time and relished in Leylin's pain.

"Thirty." Leylin said. He was on the verge of passing out, he had never experienced so much pain before. He was used to living a sheltered life as royalty.

"Alright, that was the last one. You did a good job, so I guess I should give you a reward."