We stand together in the basement. The room has been demolished, all that is left are empty stone walls. A chamber that enhances every noise.
I tell him to strip, showing me his tempting form, now shivering in the cold. "Don't worry" I whisper in his ear "soon your ass will be red and warm under my care. All I need you to do is let me hear you."
He trembled under my hands and nodded his consent. I pause behind him for a moment before I let the paddle strike his cheek. The sound reverberating throughout the room surrounding us both in its beauty. The next few strikes differ in location and strength, his voice cracking in a mix of pleasure and pain, all adding into the cornucopia of music we are creating.
In between each movement I tease him, with kisses, fluttering touches, a warm mouth, and encouragement. He preens under my attention and my body responds to his joy. His reactions drive me.
Together our noises grow, the last two strokes set and poised. They ring out louder than the rest, a climax to our song.
"Good Boy"
It is beautiful.