A cheeky show

Stacey had dropped hints about an upcoming surprise regarding their relationship, but Kevin remained uncertain about her intentions. Upon reaching the club, Kevin still nursing the familiar ache from her playful torment, Stacey swiftly led them to their designated spot, a secluded corner reserved just for them. Perplexed by their friends' teasing remarks, Kevin's confusion dissipated when Stacey finally unveiled her scheme. Laughter erupted even before they settled into their seats, with Stacey wearing the biggest grin of all, clearly having divulged something to elicit their peculiar gazes.

Reluctant to spend the entire night standing around in the club, Stacey beckoned Kevin with a snap of her fingers, directing him to kneel before her. Overwhelmed by apprehension, he complied without hesitation, casting hesitant glances at Stacey's friends, each sporting a smug expression.

He remained in that position, anticipating Stacey's next command, faintly observing her friends' eye-rolls while the sound of Stacey's footsteps drew nearer. A faint tut could be heard behind him, Kevin feeling his hair tugged at, forcing him to look up as Stacey swung one of her legs over his face, planting her ass where Kevin was taught it belonged. A faint, surprised gasp is all he could let out before he was smothered, Stacey clenching her thighs around Kevin’s face before resting her weight on him, leaving Kevin to take his place and do the duties he was taught.

It was blissful at first, Kevin eagerly taking the liberty to taste between Stacey’s legs, tasting the faint arousal dripping from her pussy. Minutes go by, Kevin managing a few idle breaths as things go on, listening to the muffled conversation and laughs happening above the table, but focusing more on how his own arousal was building. Having his place reduced to a mere chair was degrading, but despite the shame, humiliation and laughs that were clearly directed at him, he enjoyed every moment, savoring the descent as her pet more and more each second.

It felt as if Kevin could tense up at any moment, his pleasures becoming almost overwhelming, as if his orgasm was inches away, but still so far out of reach. Because of his arousal, Kevin found himself gasping between Stacey’s cheeks, desperately trying to keep up with his labored breathing, but failing. It was becoming difficult to focus on anything at all, Kevin feeling his vision darken moment by moment, his thoughts difficult to follow.

As Stacey seemed to be getting comfortable in her position of power, Kevin could no longer take it. Losing his sense of control due to his lack of breath, he grinds his face between her cheeks, trying to gain a gasp of air before he resorts to flailing. Despite his best efforts, Kevin can no longer wait for his owner to finish her fun. In a sudden moment of desperation, Kevin tries his best to quell his natural instinct, but fails, Stacey’s friends watch on as her eyes widen, falling backwards as Kevin gasps for air. Each of them knows what’s about to come, watching as Stacey falls backwards onto the floor, letting out a momentary grunt, but not in pain, she was furious. Her calm face melted away for a single moment, giving them all a hint as to how badly she planned on punishing her pet.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Barely able to calm his breathing, Kevin cranes his head backwards to look at Stacey, who was towering above him.

“You’re going to make up for ruining my night~!”

Her voice was shaking, not just with the sudden rush of frustration and anger, but also with what seemed to be glee. As Stacey grabbed a fistful of Kevin’s hair and pulled him to his feet, a smile crept across her face, as if she was planning for this to happen all along…

Suddenly ripped away from his heavenly place as her chair, Kevin feels himself tossed forwards, forced to meet the judging gaze of her friends as he clutches to the hard table. Instead of concerned or even pitying gazes, Kevin stares back at cold, almost disappointed looks from her friends. An unexpected, but incredibly intense pulse of humiliation quaked across his body, leaving him trembling right before Stacey delivered the first of many punishments to come. A swift smack across Kevin’s ass was enough to awaken him from the haze of being looked down on, the perverse pleasure he stole from the situation was replaced by the stinging pain across his cheeks.

Each smack only grew in intensity, quickly leaving Kevin tearing up in both pain and humiliation, biting back his squeals whilst trying to stifle his whimpers. Every attempt at not focusing on the faces of her friends was thwarted by another harsh spank from Stacey’s hand, forcing Kevin to look everyone in the eye as he’s mercilessly punished for his failures.

“Don’t fucking disappoint me next time!”

Her sweet way of speaking was gone, Stacey was entirely lost to either her role as Kevin’s owner, intent on punishing his misbehavior and teaching him properly. To her, every spank was a new lesson, a way to ensure that he wouldn’t mess up in the future, it was a necessary step.

Whilst Kevin didn’t see it that way… not quite yet. He was still painfully focused on the barrier that had been stripped away between him and her friends. Until now, it was a little fun, a few rumors and a sneak peek into their private lives, but now…

Now he’s bent over the bar table, his crotch shying away from Stacey’s smacks, anticipating each one and leaving him a whimpering mess in front of everyone. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a distinct drip of arousal run down his thigh, feeling how hard he was getting at the situation he had been forced into. In Stacey’s fit of cruelty, she saw how Kevin clearly hadn’t learned his lesson, having the audacity to get pleasure from disappointing her like this!

“Well… if you want to enjoy this, then I may as well help~!”

Tensing up as he imagined a painful spank coming, Kevin instead let out a lustful moan, eliciting grins from her friends as Stacey’s slender fingers rubbed against Kevin’s crotch. In a second, he had been tamed, each defiant scream of pain a distant memory, his mind eager for more of his owner’s touch.

He couldn’t help what came next, his body tensing up whilst he stared over at her friends, listening to their taunting giggles as his ass still ached from his earlier punishment. Stacey pulled back her fingers as soon as she felt him twitching against them, joining in their laughter as Kevin squirts his pathetic load from his tip, staining the front of his pants.

“You did not just cum from that!”

Their laughs grow louder after it had been confirmed, only driving his pleasures onward, his legs trembling with the sheer force that his thin load trickled out. Stacey then places a hand across the table, leaning in closer to Kevin as she whispers in his ear. Each word caused the shivers he involuntarily felt to intensify, as if Stacey controlled those as well.

“If that’s all it took, I should have done this sooner…”

To Stacey's astonishment, she derived immense pleasure from witnessing Kevin's emotional collapse, deeming him prepared to reclaim his rightful position. With a resounding slap as a parting gesture, Kevin released a desperate gasp, only to be taken aback when Stacey seized his hair once more, forcefully yanking him back onto his knees and tilting his head backward. Only this time, as he watched Stacey step forward and squat down, he eagerly parted his lips, letting out a moan before being silenced between her cheeks.

This time, Kevin stayed put, finding subtle movements and positions to gain the occasional breath he needed before returning to his duties, licking at Stacey whilst she used Kevin’s face as her chair. Though it didn’t seem as if she was happy with simply that…

As she continued her idle conversation with her friends, Stacey saw fit to rest her heel against Kevin’s crotch, feeling him gasp against her crotch as she did. A smirk broke across her face, continuing her chat as she began grinding it harder against him, feeling his squeals as his load was crushed against his tiny dick, smushing both against the cold ground as his groaning grew louder.

Before he could catch up with his thoughts, Kevin felt his puny package prematurely squirt another pathetic load into his pants. Stacey giggled idly to herself as she could tell what was happening, feeling his pent-up squeals muffled by her cheeks as she bruised his cock, forcing what little cum he had left against her shoe.

The night passed by like this, Stacey happily talking away until she was ready to leave, raising herself from Kevin’s face and looking down at him, rubbing her palm for a moment before giving his cheek a smack, letting him follow her home.