Switch: When Wolves Won't Submit
#2 of Switch
Of course they don't, there's no fun in that.
Switch:
2) When Wolves Won't Submit
Well, I originally only planned on this being two chapters long, but... erm... here's chapter 2 of 3
So it was done. I had my mate completely under my control, with little to no chance of him freeing himself. I moved to the edge of the bed and ran my paw down his body, from his wet nose to his raised ass. As I had expected, his tail was neatly tucked between his legs, hiding his groin. If we had more rope, I would probably have tied it out of the way, as he's done to me in the past. Fortunately for me, once I was ready to stick my throbbing dick into him, it wouldn't matter where his tail was.
Getting my muscular wolf into this position really was accomplishment. Now that my adrenaline levels were dropping, I could really appreciate how special it was. I frowned when I realized that I might never get to see it again, once I let him go. This wasn't something that I ever wanted either of us to forget.
A sudden idea made me smile again. I patted his butt cheek and walked out of the room, shouting back to him. "I'll be right back, love. Don't you go anywhere."
About three months ago, he got me a digital camera for my birthday. Since then, I hadn't been able to put it to much use. This, though, was the perfect opportunity. Finding the device in the kitchen, I returned to the bedroom, where my mate was still spread-eagle, waiting for me. I grinned at him from the doorway. "Hey, guess what I got."
He tried to turn and see what I had, but was unable to twist himself enough to glimpse my new form of torture. I turned the camera on and snapped the first picture of him. He figured out what I had when the flash went off, causing him to start to squirm again. His pointless struggling was almost comical.
"What? You don't want proof of this?" I shrugged. "That's too bad, hun. I have the feeling that these are going to be some awesome pics."
I walked back up to him, watching him though the camera's LCD screen. For the next few minutes, I just took a bunch of pictures from various angles, relishing in how humiliated my wolf must be. I eventually tired of this, though, and decided to mess with him a little further.
I walked to the back of the bed, so that I was looking between his legs. The entire time, he had his tail positioned such that I couldn't actually see anything. This was a problem. "Lift your tail for me. I want to see some wolf bits." As expected, he didn't move his tail. In a way, that's what I wanted; now I get to punish him for being disobedient.
I sighed loudly. "Okay, now you get find out what the paddle feels like. I hope you're proud of yourself." Once my statement sunk in, his eyes went wide. Having been ready for this, I managed to catch a picture of his initial horror.
Before moving on to causing actual, physical pain, though, I wanted some shots of him exposing himself to me. To help him out, I reached forward and pulled his tail up for him. Initially, there was some resistance, but that disappeared after I let out a low growl. With him like that, I snapped a few pictures of his pulsing tailhole and somewhat-large balls, before reaching between his legs and fondling his sheath. Much to my surprise, he was nearly half way to full arousal. I laughed loudly. "Oh, my, what's this? Is my wolfie enjoying being used?"
He immediately shook his head and tried to let out a vocal denial of this very basic fact.
"That's not what it feels like. Maybe I'm wrong; is my paw lying to me?" He didn't reply, this time. In order to get some photographic proof of his arousal, I pulled his partially sheathed cock back and took another picture, capturing his tailhole and balls with it. "Definitely not, hun. Now, I'm going to let go of your tail. It's going to stay up, okay? You don't want to get into any more trouble, trust me."
I released his tail and stepped back again. As ordered, it didn't move back to protect himself. Before he changed his mind, I took yet another picture. From this angle, I could just see his pink cock below his balls. It was perfect.
It was time to move on again. Putting the camera down, I grabbed the paddle off the bed and moved up to his side. "Don't you dare move your tail, bitch."
All he did was continue to whimper and whine. Luckily for him, his tail stayed where I wanted it. I didn't wait to deliver the first hit. As soon as the paddle made contact with his butt cheek, he screamed. A second later, I struck him again, this time on the other side. I continued with a few more hits to his butt cheeks, enjoying the sound of the paddle contacting his furred rump. Eventually, my aim went a little askew, and part of the paddle contacted his balls. Even though this was unintentional, I liked the change in his screaming; rather than the somewhat low-pitched wail, he let out a sudden shriek. The next time I hit his balls was completely intentional.
Deciding that he'd had enough, tossed the paddle onto the floor and ran my paw over his abused ass. Whenever I got paddled, I figured that the warm feeling was just in my head. But now, when I was on the other side of it, I could tell that the warmth was real; his ass was almost hot to the touch. After a few moments, my mate started to shake, almost like he was shivering. I felt a sudden pang of guilt, but that disappeared when I remembered having had that very reaction on more than one occasion. Just like I had, he'd get over it, even if it took a few days.
"You still like that paddle? It feels great, right?" He didn't respond. Instead, he just continued to whine, quite loudly. I noticed that he was crying. Although I did care about my mate, he was mirroring how I acted after he had had his fun with the paddle. Secretly, I hoped that he might think twice about using it, next time. If I was thinking clearly, I would have realized that it was only going to get worse.
Having had my fill of punishing him, I picked up my camera, took a few more pictures, and left the room; he needed some time to calm down. Besides, I wanted to make sure to have backups of these images before he could get to them.