Yes, but spank him anyways

"I suppose it was passable, but I feel like spanking you anyways." Leylin sighed, as if he was already expecting this to happen.

"Come over here and lean over my legs. Stick your ass up in the air." Leylin begrudgingly did as Christopher said. 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.

"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.