Prison Guard Blues

A knock came at my door. I answered and allowed him inside. He removed his prison work uniform. After neatly folding his clothes and placing them nearby in a chair, he dropped to his knees and presented me with upward facing palms his thick heavy work belt. I took it from him and he was allowed to rise and assume his normal position.The position conducive to whipping bad boys with their own belts. He braced himself on the back of my brocade couch. He was instructed to spread his legs wide just on the off chance that I wanted to give him a swift kick in the nuts.

The session began quick and only heated up from there. His ass got to be a sweet red shade and he begged to stop. Since he didnt utter his safeword I kept going until he was almost buckling at the knees from the delicious pain I was inflicting. I noticed a smear of blood and I immediately stopped play. I grabbed my bottle of spray alcohol and gave his ass a quick small spritz. I dabbed it dry with a piece of medical grade gauze. I instructed him to get dressed and he did so quickly. We sat on the couch for like ten minutes just chatting until he felt comfortable enough to leave. He approached the door to leave but I grabbed his collar and as he turned around a swift kick to his nuts brought him down to his knees in front of me. I grabbed hold of his hair and spit forcefully right in his face. I released him and he got up to leave again.

He assured me that he was booking another session soon, and with that sentiment he waltzed out my door and I went about cleaning and sanitizing my play toys. Sometimes it is good to know when to say when.