"Andy, go to upstairs to the bedroom where I gave you a ruined handjob yesterday. Use that room, and take a bath." She said, enjoying the image of him in there. "You have become messy." She said playing with his hairs.

Andy nodded and slowly walked up the stairs. As he reached the bedroom, he glanced around, remembering the events of yesterday. A shiver ran down his tiny member at the memory of Ashley's harsh slaps on his face and her rough words.

He walked over to the bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to warm up. He took off his clothes and kept them inside the basket.

The hot water enveloped him, washing away the sweat and grime from the day's shopping. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the sensation of being clean again. The hot water cleaned Ashley's juices properly on his face. His nose was still numb from the assault she had done to him. She used him to lick her pussy and made herself squirt all over his face. He couldn't feel a blend of embarrassment and arousal as he remembered the rough feel of her pussy on his face.

He scrubbed his face vigorously, trying to wash away the memory, but it lingered in his mind. The steam covered the bathroom, making it intimating. It felt like he was in a private world. He could almost imagine that Ashley was there with him, leaning against the wall, watching him. He let out a shaky breath, trying to banish the thought, but it faded in the air, thick and heavy.

His heart raced as he thought of her. Ashley's beauty was undeniable, and he admired her dominant and rough side. He mainly admired the shape and taste of her pussy. The taste of her juices on his face made him hard eventually.

His hand reached between his legs, slowly stroking his small cock, feeling the familiar heat spread through his body. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine Ashley's pussy rubbing against his face roughly. The thought of her rough hands and her humiliating words made him harden even more, and he continued to stroke himself.

He imagined the way Ashley choked him with her legs and gripped his head hard with her thighs, making him feel completely powerless and submissive. The image made him even more aroused, and he began to moan as he stroked himself faster. He pictured her hands pushing his head and forcing him to lick her deeper. He could feel her presence in the shower, as if she was there, watching him, enjoying the show.

Lost in the fantasy of being with Ashley. He imagined when Ashley squirted all over his face like a fountain, the warm liquid covering his lips and nose, making him gag and choke. He pictured her watching him, her eyes gleaming with pleasure, as he struggled to breathe beneath her weight.

He could almost taste the salty liquid on his tongue. His body tingled as he imagined her ordering him to open his mouth and swallow her cum. He pictured her climaxing, her inner thighs gripping him tightly as she emptied her cum by squirting it all over his face. He knew it would be a humiliating experience, but he couldn't help but feel aroused by the thought of being so completely owned by her.

Suddenly, he heard someone giving a warning cough. His eyes snapped open, and he realized that he wasn't in the bathroom, alone. His heart raced as he realized what he had been doing. Embarrassed, he quickly pulled his hand away from his hardening cock and looked back and saw Ashley standing behind him, a annoyed smirk playing on her lips.

"You little friend is asking for a release?" she said, her voice low and annoyed.

Andy was stunned and was in shock, because he knew that her mistress won't like the fact that he is jerking off without her permission. His face turned red as he tried to cover his dick with his hands.

He was terrified of what she would do to him now. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress. I-I couldn't help myself," he stammered, his voice shaking in fear.

Ashley's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, her grip on the door frame tightening. "You know why I came to your bathroom," she hissed in anger.

Andy nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the floor. "No, Mistress." He swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch in his hands. He wanted to apologize more, but he knew that Ashley wouldn't accept it. He was afraid of what she going to do to him now.

Ashley paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Since you have satisfied me enough with your tongue in my car, I thought you should get a reward." She stepped forward.

"I thought I would nibble on your neck while I jerk you off by pinning you from behind, slowly and teasingly in this steamy bathroom."

Andy's heart raced as he heard Ashley's plan. He couldn't believe she was offering him such a great reward.

Andy was in guilt and shock as he just missed such a golden opportunity from his mistress. He should have been more focused. He nodded slowly, feeling the warmth spreading across his face. "I am very sorry, Mistress."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You can't be trusted. You disappointed me by masturbating without my permission." Ashley stepped even closer. "So, I'll have to punish you now." Ashley grabbed him by the back of his head hard and forced him to shake his head in circles by her force.

"I just marked you as my property yesterday, so I will decide what to do with my slave," she growled, roughly thrusting her nails in the back of his head. "And what you should do is to follow and listen me, not to use YOUR BRAIN!"

The pain coursed through Andy's body as Ashley held his head tightly and forced him to shake it. He winced, feeling tears well up in his eyes. "I understand, Mistress. I-I'm sorry. I won't touch my dick."

Ashley released him roughly, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "So why were you jerking off?" she shouted angrily.

Andy flinched his eyes at her shout, the anger in her voice making him shiver. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress. I was just horny. I couldn't help myself," he stammered, his voice mumbling.

Ashley's eyes widened with rage and she grabbed his balls hard, using her nails to hurt his ball sacks more. "How dare you think about pleasuring yourself without my permission?" she shouted again, twisting her fingers cruelly. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS !"

Andy bended and squirmed in pain as Ashley gripped his balls, her nails digging in deep. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he whimpered, tears streaming down his face. "I'll be good, I promise!"

She didn't let go of his balls, her anger still simmering. She pulled his ear hard, and tug him roughly towards her mouth to say something.

"I own you," she growled, her loud again his ear. "If I ever find you touching your pathetic dick without my permission, I'LL CUT YOUR BALLS OFF."

The pain in his balls was excruciating, and the threat of having his balls cut off sent a chill down his little cock. He tried to keep his composure as he listened to her words.

Ashley gave him another warning, "If I ever find you jerking off without my permission I'll torture these tiny nuts so brutally that you will regret to born with those." She let go of his ear and his balls, giving him a little relief from the pain.

She stepped back, giving him some space. With a warning in her voice, she said, "Did you get me?"

Without a warning her knee lashed out, aiming directly for Andy's exposed balls. The kick connected hard, sending a shockwave of pain through all over his body. Andy's breath hitched as he crumpled to the floor, clutching his aching testicles.

"Those spermless balls just deserves torture." Her voice dangerously calm.

Andy collapsed on the floor, trying to recover from that unexpected kick. His breath hardly coming out, as he doubled over, his hands pressed tightly against his throbbing balls. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. His tears slowly dripping down his face as he whimpered in pain. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and all he could think about was the agony in his balls.

Ashley watched as Andy writhed on the bathroom, clutching his injured balls. She felt a twinge of satisfaction at his suffering, but knew that she needed to keep him in line if she wanted to maintain control. Slowly, she moved out of the bathroom, giving him some space to catch his breath.

It took several minutes for Andy to gather the strength to stand up, and he exited the shower, quickly drying himself off. Ashley had scared him so much that he was fearing to even look at his dick, terrified that she might punish him further.

He glanced around the room, still naked and vulnerable. He had nothing to wear for sleep. His mind was racing, his body still aching from the pain she had inflicted upon him.

As he continued to stand there, lost in pain, he heard a small click at his door and saw Ashley come to his room with his dinner, she kept the tray on the table roughly. He noticed she was carrying a small bag.

She looked at him, her eyes piercing through his soul. She said nothing and she left the room by locking the door.

Andy looked at the dinner tray with trepidation, unsure whether he should accept it or not. He knew that Ashley could easily hurt him again if she wanted to. The pain in his balls still lingered, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.

He slowly walked over to the bag, his balls twitching slightly with each step. He picked it up and saw it had his night suit. He started wearing the night suit but he felt bit odd, it was oddly tight and girly. The fabric felt strange against his skin, like it was designed for someone.

He stood in front of the mirror, still naked under the night suit, the material bunching up at his crotch. He looked at his reflection, his body is now wraped in something more feminine. It was a strange and unsettling sight. His cock, now soft and shrunk, poked out from under the material through the pain he had. He felt a mixture of shame and arousal.

Andy looked at his night dress carefully. It was a loose and comfortable top, felt like delicate silk, light grey in colour. It had thin straps over his shoulder. The material clung to his body in all the right places, accentuating his curves. He couldn't believe he was actually wearing something like this. It was unlike anything he had ever worn before.

He turned his hips and saw his reflection in the mirror. The night dress looked even better from behind, clinging to his ass and making him feel sexy. He felt embarrassed but loved the feminine feeling. His cock started to stir slightly, poking out from under the material. A part of him wanted to explore this newfound sensation, to see where it would lead.

Andy glanced down at his shorts in focus. They were more revealing than the top, a small pair of light blue shorts with white linings. They fit snugly, hugging his curvy butt. He felt self-conscious about them, knowing that they showed off more of his body than the top did. The fabric was soft against his skin, making him want to touch himself.

His ass cheeks firm and round. It was hard to believe that this was once a boyish ass, as the shorts hugged it tightly, accentuating every curve it made him a true femboy. He was feeling the fabric against his cock as it grew harder. The shorts were few centimetres long from his crotch.

After staring at himself for a while, Andy felt hungry. He went to the dinner tray and found it still warm on it. He couldn't help but feel grateful to Ashley, despite everything that had happened. He took a seat at the table and began to eat, savouring every bite.

He slowly sat down, the chair's legs scraping against the floor. His cock twitched as he felt the soft material of the shorts brush against it with every movement it felt like all his pain has gone. He couldn't believe he was actually wearing something like this. It was incredibly arousing, and he could feel himself getting harder by the second.

As he ate, he couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading through his body, starting from his chest and slowly making its way down to his toes. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of the food on his tongue, the softness of the napkin against his lips. His cock twitching harder against the small girly shorts.

As he finished his food, the feeling of fullness settled in his stomach. He went to the bedroom where he left his clothes, took out his phone from there and sat on the corner of the bed. His cock straining against the thin soft fabric of the shorts, wondering what it would feel like to touch himself in these feminine clothes. He couldn't believe how aroused he was just by wearing a pair of girly clothes.

Andy's heart skips a beat as he hears the click of the lock and feels the door to his room slowly creak open. He turns his head slowly, his gaze fixating on the silhouette of his Mistress Ashley as she enters the room, her slender figure clad only in a sheer, lacy nightgown. It seemed like she wasn't wearing anything else underneath, the knot in her tight gown was struggling to the hold the dress together. Her bust on her chest and her waist was too visible in that nightdress. The fabric hugs her curves, revealing just enough to tease him down. His eyes trailing down her body, taking in every inch.

Ashley walks towards him more confidently than before. He watches her hips sway with each step, the soft fabric of her nightgown billowing out around her legs like a second skin. Her breasts bounce lightly with each movement, the nipples standing at attention against the sheer material.

Andy could see from a distance that her mistress was holding something by using her fingers, it was small so he couldn't recognise that from a distance. At first, he tries to convince himself that it's just a piece of lint or something insignificant. But as she steps closer, he realizes that's a chastity cage. The transparent plastic cage glinted in the dim light. A mixture of anger, betrayal, and shame wells up inside him as he stares at the cage.

She stops just in front of him, her body inches away, and he can smell her body radiating off of her. He tries to look anywhere else, but he can't seem to tear his gaze away from her.

"Well, well, well," she coos, her voice low and husky, "it seems like my little pet here has been very, very bad." Her voice is laced with a cruel amusement that makes his stomach clench.

"Stand up." Her voice is commanding and soft but not covered in anger. It's as if she's daring him to disobey. Andy hesitates for a moment, his heart racing, before slowly rising to his feet. His cock strains against the confines of his new girly shorts. The feel of the lace against his skin is both arousing and unsettling. He tries to meet her eyes, but he can't quite muster the courage.

She sits down on the bed, her legs crossed. "Turn around, badboy. Give your Mistress a quick check out of your new girly nightware." Her voice is teasing, her gaze trailing up and down his body, lingering on the bulge in his shorts.

Andy slowly turns around, with a unsettling feeling but also strangely aroused by the attention he's getting from his Mistress. He takes a deep breath and bends over slightly, lifting up his rounded ass cheeks from the base with his hands. He spreaded his legs wide, showing off tha naughty fit of his shorts. He knows she can see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and he can feel it throb with shame. But he was constantly thinking about the chastity cage she brought with her.

Ashley watches him carefully, enjoying the view of his ass and legs. She can see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts and she grins wickedly. Suddenly, she slaps his ass hard, making him yelp in surprise.

"What are you thinking by looking at it?" she hisses. "Yes this is a chastity cage for you, because you pushed me to do it."

She sighs, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm in charge here, and I own you. And that means you were not allowed to touch yourself until I say so. Therefore you are going to wear that cage until I say to remove it."

Andy is in shock. The sting of her slap echoes in the room, and his cock twitches painfully against the confines of his shorts. He wants nothing more than to apologize, to beg for her forgiveness, but the words didn't catch his throat. He curses himself most, if he didn't jerked off, Ashley might didn't kept him in chastity and would get a reward. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to meet her gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I won't do it again. I'll be a good boy from now on." His voice is shaky, filled with regret.

Ashley arches an eyebrow, studying him carefully. "Is that so?" she says, her voice still teasing. "And what makes you think that I won't lock your puny dick?"

His throat dries off painfully at her words, and he bites his lip to keep from crying out. "Please, Mistress. I'll be good. I promise." He reaches out, touching her hand lightly. "I was just horny at that time."

"I'll be your perfect little slut. Please, don't lock my penis." He looks down, his gaze drifting to her feets, then back up to her face. "I want to please you, Mistress." He swallows hard, his throat dry with fear and shame.

Ashley smirks, leaning back to admire her new pet. "You have become a bad boy lately," she says, her voice low. "But I'll turn you into a good boy, and you'll do exactly as I say."

She glances down at his cock, still visible through the thin fabric of his shorts. Then she uses there fingers to press the tip of his penis and says,

"Once I lock this little thing up, not only you but this member will start obeying me, it will get hard and soft whenever I want."

She leans in forward and closer, "And do you know what happens when you make your mistress happy, hmm?" Her hand moves down, teasing the edge of his shorts. "You get rewarded." Her fingers find the waistband of his shorts and begin to push it down, revealing a bit of his tiny cock.

"But first, you need good old-school spanking."

She pulls him immediately by his hand and makes him lay with his stomach on her lap, keeping his head facing down in the edge of the bed and pulling his ass up in the air. He is perfectly balanced on Ashley's thighs.

"Now, you are in the perfect position for your punishment," she says, running her fingers through his hair. "And once I'm done, I'll lock you up in the cage."

Andy's heart blasts as he feels Ashley's strong hands on him, moving him into position. He gasps, arching his back instinctively as she is about to spanks his ass. "Mercy, Mistress," he whimpers, his voice muffled inside the bedsheets. "Mercy."

She completely ignored what he said and rubs her hand solfty in circles over his soft buttcheeks to get a feel of his ass. She is enjoying touching his ass from the delicate fabric of his shorts. It makes her smile as she feels his warm skin beneath.

"Oh, you are so soft," she whispers, before bringing her hand down hard on his left cheek.

She starts pressing his ass cheeks, feeling the bouncing flesh beneath her palm. "Oooh, you have such a nice butt," she whispers, moving her hand lower to squeeze his inner thighs. "You like that, don't you?"

Andy yelps as Ashley's hand connects with his ass, the sting shooting through him. He squirms on her lap, arching his back, his ass thrusting helplessly into the air.

"Please, Mistress," he cries out. "Please, I'm sorry." His voice is desperate and needy, his body betraying his attempt at submission.

Ashley grins, enjoying the sight of her new pet squirming on her lap. "Oh, I'm sorry, did that embarrassed you?" she teases, squeezing his ass cheeks roughly and starts groping his ass.

She moves her hand away from his ass and takes a moment to admire the view. "Oh, my," she breathes, "what a lovely little ass you have. So soft, tight, and bouncy. It's almost as if it belonged to a girl." She cups his ass cheek in her hand, squeezing it gently before giving him a rough groping. "You're so lucky I decided to take you in, aren't you?" she asks, her voice dripping with lust.

"Now, prepare your ass for my rough hands," she says, giving him a warning slap on his left cheek. The sting from the slap is immediate and sharp, making Andy moan out in surprise. He tenses up, waiting for the next blow.

"Good boy, keep moaning like that." She praises, giving him another smack on his right cheek. "That's it, relax and take it like a good girl."

Ashley smacks Andy's ass again, this time with more force, making him yelp and moan. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" she asks, her voice husky. "You like feeling my strong hands on your ass cheeks, don't you?" She pauses, giving him a few more sharp slaps in rapid succession, making his ass burn and his body writhe. "Just admit it," she demands. "Tell me you like it."

Andy cries out in embarrassment, arching his back and squirming helplessly on her lap. His face is flushed with shame and arousal as he feels her hands squeezing and spanking his ass cheeks harder and rougher. "Y-yes, Mistress," he moans between sobs. "I... I like it."

"Music to my ears," Ashley says, her voice softening. She runs her fingers through his hair, gently caressing his scalp as she does.

"It's okay to like it, you know. Bad girls needs to get some spanking. My rough hands are meant to make you disciplined, to help you let go of all your bad habits." She squeezes his ass cheeks, feeling the hotness of his skin beneath her palm. "Oh I have just started and your bottom has turned hot?"

Andy whimpers at the feel of Ashley's fingers in his hair, the contrast of pain and pleasure making him feel so weak and helpless. "Please, Mistress," he sobs. "Please, I'm sorry for everything." His ass feels like it's on fire, but somehow, he can't help but want more. "Punish me, Mistress, Please."

She brushes his ass softly with her hand and says, "I know you like mommy's hand over your juicy ass." Her hand continues to caress him softly, massaging his ass and making him shiver with pleasure. "Don't worry, baby," she whispers. "Mommy is here to good care of you, even if it hurts a little."

"Tell me how much you want it," she demands, her voice low and seductive. "Tell me you want Mommy's big, strong hands all over your ass."

Andy lets out a moan, arching his back further as he feels her strong hands on his ass. "I want it, Mommy," he gasps, his voice shaky with desire. "I want your strong hands all over my ass, mark it red." His cock twitches against Ashley's leg. "I am yours, Mommy. Do whatever you want with me."

"Look, some spanking is enough to make you a good girl," Ashley says, her voice dripping with seduction. "Always wanting more and more of Mommy's hands." She slides her hand up and down his back, feeling his muscles tensing and relaxing under her touch. "You know what?" she whispers. "Mommy's going to give you everything to make you a slut."

With a swift motion, she immediately pulls his shorts down resting them at his ankle, revealing his smooth, blushing ass to her hungry eyes. Her hand squeezes his ass cheeks, her rough, calloused fingers leaving red lines on his skin.

"Mommy's going to spank you hard, baby," she growls, her voice low and menacing. "Are you ready for it?"

Andy's entire body shudders as he feels her hand squeezing his naked ass cheeks, his muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Yes, Mistress," he moans. "Spank me hard." He arches his back further, offering up his ass to her hands. "I won't jerk off again" He feels a stinging sensation as her hand connects with his ass, followed by a wave of pleasure that spreads through his body. "Oh fuck," he gasps. "Please, spank me more." His cock twitches against her lap.

The sting of her palm against his ass feels so good to Andy. He moans as she spanks him again and again, the heat building up in his bottom with each smack turning it into bluish shade of red. His cock is rock hard, aching against her thighs.

Ashley hissed, "This one is for calling me by my name." She gave a hard smack than before, the pain shooting through his ass like fire. Her hand continued to fall against his flesh, each strike landing harder than the last. Andy cried out in pain, his hands cupped his ass in response to the pain. His cock throbbed onto Ashley's leg. "Oh Mommy," he squirmed. "I am sorry I will never call you Ashley."

She removed his hands with anger, "Oh you called me Ashley again," she said and gave another smack, but this time it was playful, her hand landing softly on his right cheek. She squeezed his ass, feeling his muscles relax beneath her touch. "You're such a naughty boy, forgetting to call me Mistress? You need to be punished properly."

Andy's voice comes in pain gasps as he feels her hand slap his bare ass. He tries to compose himself, but the pain is intense.

"I-I'm sorry, I meant so say MISTRESS ASHLEY," he manages to say between gritted teeth. "I won't do it again." His ass feels hot and sore, but there's a strange sense of arousal coursing through his body as well. He arches his back, pushing his ass further into Ashley's hand.

"Don't raise your voice, filthy boy," she snarled, striking his already sore ass with another smack. Her hand continued to rain down blows, each one harder than the last. The stinging pain spread through his body, but it only served to heighten his arousal. Andy cried out in ecstasy, arching his back further and thrusting his hips up in air, trying to get closer to the sensation of her hand against his sore flesh.

Ashley's breath came faster as she spanked him harder and harder. Her muscles tensed, and her breasts jiggled with each blow. Sweat beaded on her forehead and slid down her cheek, collecting in the small dip between her breasts. She grunted with each strike, her body tensing as she channeled her anger and dominance into the punishment.

"Prepare your anus, this one is for jerking off without my permission," Ashley gave him a warning while she uses her nails to dig in the red flesh of his ass. Her other hand slips between his legs, gripping his aching cock.

"I am going to lock this thing up soon, you disobedient little pervert," she growled. Her thumb presses against his swollen head, circling the tip. "I feel your tiny friend poking on my thighs but don't you dare come over my expensive nightsuit," she warns, her voice low and dangerous.

Andy's eyes widen as Ashley's nails dig into his tender flesh, the pain almost unbearable. He tries to remain still, but his body betrays him, hardening his ass in anticipation of the next blow. His cock twitches on her hand as she gasps his swollen cheecks in circles, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Andy arches his back, gasping as the excitement of the coming smack build inside him. He feels so exposed, naked and vulnerable beneath Ashley's punishing hand. "Please," he whispers, "please..." His hips buck involuntarily, seeking release. His cock throbs in her hand, the silky fabric of her nightwear feeling impossibly good against his skin. "I can't... I can't take any more..." he moans.

With one last, powerful swing of her arm, Ashley landed the hardest smack on his lower ass. The sound was excruciating, but it was accompanied by a rush of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Andy's body convulses, his vision blurs, his muscles relax, and he collapses limply onto her thigh, breathing heavily.

As Andy lies on her thigh, still recovering from the intense sensations that have just washed over him, he feels a wave of shame and gear coursing through his veins. The sting of her palm on his ass is replaced by a warm, throbbing ache that travels up his spine, making every nerve ending tingle.

"Andy, you little pervert...I can't believe you thought you could touch yourself without my permission. You're so lucky that I'm in a good mood, or else you'd be in for a real punishment. You're such a naughty boy...and I love it."

With a satisfied smirk, Ashley pulls her hand away from his aching cock, leaving it twitching and exposed. She cups his cheek, lifting his face to hers. "Now, get up, boy." Her voice is husky, laced with desire. "And don't you dare even think about touching yourself again without my permission."

Andy, still feeling dazed from the pleasure and pain, nods obediently. As he struggles to his feet, Ashley takes him to the mirror. She wants to make sure that he's properly sore and red. As they stand before the reflective glass, she watches his face closely, waiting for him to meet her gaze.

Andy's gaze drops to the floor, his face burning with shame. He glances back at the mirror, wincing at the sight of his red, tender ass. It's a beautiful shade of red, almost matching the rosy blush that's spread across his cheeks. His cock twitches again, still hard despite the pain.

She leans forward, her breasts touching against his chest, and whispers in his ear, "See? I made you blush from your butt. That's how much of a good girl you are." Her tone is teasing and playful, but there's an undercurrent of dominance that leaves him breathless.

She grabs his ass roughly, squeezing the tender flesh. "Mommy's soft hands can sometime feel harsh too," she growls, her words laced with anger and desire. "You shouldn't have disobeyed me." She pushes him away, forcing him to take a step back.

Ashley kneels down, her hands on his shorts, and pulls up Andy's girly shorts until they rest at the base of his red and painful ass cheeks. With a harsh grip on his shoulder, she orders him to turn his back towards the mirror. The position leaves his exposed ass on display for both of them to see.

She takes out her phone and positioned it for a mirror selfie, capturing both of them in the reflection. Andy's eyes widen in surprise as he sees her holding the phone. "What are you doing mistress?" he asks, his voice wavering between fear and curiosity.

Ashley grins cruelly as she holds up the phone, capturing the moment between them. "I'm going to take a little souvenir of our little playtime, and I'll post it in my social media" she answers, her voice full of excitement. "A reminder of how it felt when you disobeyed me." She moves in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "And how much it stung when I use my hand."

Ashley used her right hand to hold the phone and her left hand to hug around his waist and grabbed his right ass cheek hard. Leaving a fresh handprint. She held it there, pressing down hard, while she continued to take a picture. The pain from the spanking and the new handprint on his ass made Andy moan like a girl, but he couldn't help but felt aroused by the dominance and the forbidden act of taking a picture.

Ashley smiles as she sees embarrassment and redness on his face. She releases her grip from his, letting her hand fall to his hip, and then slides it lower, cupping his hardening cock through his girly shots.

"And this," she says, her voice calm, "Is the cause of all your sufferings." She begins to stroke him slowly, her fingertips tracing circles around the head of his cock. "Should I make it dissappear?"

Andy feels the heat rising in his body again, and his cock jerks in response to her touch. He's torn between wanting more of her touch and wanting the pain to stop.

Ashley orders him to climb on the bed and kneel on his all fours. And she hissed, "That little cock need to be punished now." She pushes his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. Ashley takes her index finger and middle finger, forming a L, and slides them over his erection, measuring him.

"You're so small it barely fits in the gap," she laughs.