“Ow, ow, owww!” Pickles hissed.  “Geez, I said I was sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it,” Missy said.  Her volume had steadily increased over the course of the conversation.  “I’m going to take my apology out of you, and you’re going to sit there and fucking take it if you know what’s good for you.”

Pickles bit his lip to keep from crying out when he felt Missy’s palm smack the underside of his cock.  His thighs clamped together, only for Missy to pry them apart and slap his junk again.

“Didn’t I say to keep your fucking legs open.”

Tears pricked his eyes as he nodded.  It was so difficult to obey that command when his legs instinctively flinched shut each time that she hit him.  It took all of his willpower to keep his legs perfectly still as she tested him with another strike.

“Eugh, ew!” she exclaimed, wiping her hand across his face.  His own precum was now smeared across his cheek.  “Your stupid gross cock is leaking all over me.”  He winced as she flicked it.  “What’s wrong with you?  Are you fucking getting off to this?”

“N-No…”

Sucking her teeth, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them. 

“What?  Now you’re a goddamn liar too?  You’re going to lie to me?  Right to my fucking face?”

One more squeeze before she let go, only for her palm to smack his sack.  He sucked in a sharp breath, before blurting out another apology.

“S-Sorry!”

“Damn right, you’re sorry, you piece of shit!”

She hit him on the cock again, and this time he couldn’t help but groan.  His poor boner was red and leaking, stinging with pain and throbbing with pleasure.  For a split second, he forgot all about keeping his thighs spread.  He caught himself quickly, but not quick enough.  Missy’s knee came between his legs, forcing the thighs wide open again and pressing up against his balls.

“Keep.  Your.  Goddamn.  Legs.  Open.”

She emphasized her words by applying extra pressure with her knee.  His hips jerked upwards, causing him to rut against her.  God, his aching cock wanted some friction.  He wanted to be touched, to get off.  Instead, all he got were a few rapid slaps against it.

“Don’t you dare hump my leg, you pathetic pervert,” she said after she was done.  “I think you forgot I’m punishing you.”

Her knee really dug into his balls now, inadvertently (or maybe not) causing him to do it again.  After making a noise of disgust, she swatted his dick once more.

“Oh, fuck me…” he grunted.  There were too many sensations going on at once.  He wanted to cry, but he also wanted to cum.

“You fucking wish,” she scoffed.  “Too bad for you that I’m not one of your groupie whores.” 

“Please, Missy…  I’m sorry.  C’mon, honey.  I said I was sorry.  Melissa, y’know I l-… I, mean… uh…  Sorry.”

Pickles was blabbering at this point.  He didn’t even know what he was apologizing for, but to be fair, he doubted that she knew what she was making him apologize over.  They really didn’t establish the scene before she started smacking the shit out of his shaft, and he was too excited to care about the finer details. 

When you’d been having constant sex for the better part of the past three decades of your life, things can tend to get a little stale.  There was nothing like a good old-fashioned fuck or blow, but sometimes Pickles just craved something special to really get the blood pumping.  Missy never failed to deliver.  He didn’t know what was hotter, the physical sensation or that sadistic look on her face.

Pickles liked having her around to teach him new tricks, or old tricks he’d somehow managed not to experience up over the years.  Until she mentioned it, he never realized he’d be into some shit like this.  Nothing she did could top the pain he felt when he got the damn thing pierced.

He shuddered and moaned when he felt two of her fingertips trace up along the underside of his dick.  The contrast of such a tender, feather-light gesture was enough to set him off.  With a jerk, he suddenly shot his load all over her thigh.  Her act dropped in an instant as she stared at the mess he’d made with a dropped jaw.

“Oop…  Sorry,” said Pickles, a little stunned that he came so hard without.  He couldn’t fight back the cheeky smirk.  “For real this time.”