Passion and Ponies

Chapter 17 – Genital Flogging

- Ava -

“You’ll never guess who I just got off the phone with-”

I stop abruptly in Charlotte and Gavin’s living room when I see Tyler on the couch with a book in his hands.

“Are you reading an erotic romance book?” I ask in shock after I got a peek at the cover.

Sticking an old receipt in between the pages to mark his place, Tyler sets the book down on the coffee table and looks up at me.

“Well, I heard this stuff is all the rage with the ladies so I thought I’d give it a go. I’ve decided that you should start calling me Master.”

I roll my eyes and plop down on the couch next to him. “That’s never going to happen.”

I was a little worried moving in with Gavin and Charlotte that I’d never have any time to myself. Now that Tyler and I are sort of a thing, I figured we’d never get any alone time together either, but it’s actually worked out in our favor. The two of them are never home. They’re either working or going out together.

“It says in that book that women like to be dominated, so I think you should submit to me,” Tyler states.

“Um, have you met me? I’m not like those women. There is no way I would let you walk all over me.”

Tyler turns to face me on the couch. “Come on, be adventurous. I’ll tie you to the bed and spank you. We just need a safe word,” he muses.

“I’ve got a safe word. If you ever spank me and I scream ‘DON’T FUCKING SPANK ME AGAIN’, that’s my cue for you to stop.”

Tyler looks at me funny. “That’s a really long safe word. I was thinking more along the lines of ‘nipple’ or ‘pancakes’. Something simple.”

“Tyler, focus! Stop thinking about BDSM for five minutes. I just got off the phone with Nordstrom’s and they want to buy ad space on my blog.”

After our talk the other day in Tyler’s office, he asked me how many hits I got on my blog each time I post. When I told him the number, his mouth dropped open in surprise and he told me with numbers like that, I could definitely get a few sponsors that would pay me for advertising. I didn’t think he was serious until he started making phone calls for me and the companies actually called me back. With this recent call from Nordstrom’s, I now have five businesses paying me a monthly fee for advertising.

“See? I told you that you’d be able to make money off of this thing,” he tells me with a smile. “Let’s celebrate with some light bondage and role-playing.”

I shake my head at him, grab his hand and pull him up from the couch. “I’ve got a better idea. I need to do a blog post today about a few of the items Charlotte Russe and Forever 21 sent me over the weekend and I need a model.”

Tyler stops in the middle of the room and refuses to let me continue pulling him towards the bedroom. “Whoa, hold up there, missy. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.”

Putting on my best pouting face, I bat my eyelashes at him. “But they sent over a My Little Pony t-shirt. If you put it on and let me take a picture of you in it, I promise we can try out the whole bondage thing.”

Tyler narrows his eyes. “Is this t-shirt bedazzled?”

“It’s bedazzled AND it came with a multi-colored tail that attaches to the belt loop of your pants,” I tell him.

Tyler grabs my hand this time and races towards the bedroom. “Damn woman! Next time, lead with that!”

“Ooooh that tickles, do it again!”

Smack.

“Okay, that one stung a little, not so hard.”

Smack.

“FUCKING HELL THAT HURT! NOT SO HARD!”

Smack, smack!

“OH, MY GOD! I SAID NOT SO HARD!”

“Safe word, use the fucking safe word!”

“PANCAKES, PANCAKES, MOTHER FUCKING PANCAKES!” Tyler screams.

With a sigh, I drop the horsetail that came with the My Little Pony t-shirt and smile at his red ass. “You were right, this bondage stuff is fun.”

Tyler looks over his shoulder at me and scowls. “Can you untie me now? It would be really awkward if Charlotte and Gavin come home early.”

He starts to struggle against the pair of panty hose that I wrapped securely around his wrists before tying them to the curtain rod in the living room. I’ve got to say, seeing him trussed up to the window buck naked with his arms above his head is kind of a nice sight and it almost pains me to untie him.

“Honey, I’m home!”

I jump at the sound of Gavin walking through the door. The smile dies on his face as he takes in the scene in his living room.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he mutters.

“Oh, hey, Gavin! In case you were wondering, your curtain rods are pretty sturdy,” Tyler informs him.

“Things that can never be unseen,” Gavin mumbles, unable to take his eyes off of Tyler.

“So, funny story. Tyler was helping me model some clothes for my blog, one thing led to another and we decided to try out some BDSM. You’re lucky you got here when you did. Cock and ball torture was next on the list,” I explain.

“Wait, what?” Tyler asks in horror, craning his neck even more to look at me.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby. Surely Mr. We-Need-A-Safe-Word isn’t afraid of a little genital flogging,” I tell him, reaching up to untie his arms.

Arms free, he turns around, rubbing his wrists. “What are you doing home so early? And where’s Charlotte?”

Gavin stares up at the ceiling. “Can you please put some pants on? I cannot have a conversation with you when your third leg is pointing at me.”

Grabbing Tyler’s jeans from the couch, I toss them at him. After he pulls them on, Gavin finally looks back down.

“Anyway, Charlotte had a meeting at work. I wanted to get home before her because I need some advice,” Gavin explains, walking into the room.

He starts to sit down on the couch, but stops his descent with his ass hovering right above the cushions. “Did you guys have sex on this couch?”

Tyler shakes his head. “Nope.”

Gavin drops the rest of the way, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“Not today at least, but we did yesterday. I think you’re sitting in the wet spot.”

Gavin jumps up from the couch like it’s on fire and gives both of us a dirty look. “Seriously you guys? I think I liked it better when you two hated each other.”

Tyler flips Gavin off and takes a seat on the love seat, pulling me down next to him and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“What kind of advice do you need? If it’s about what you just witnessed here, make sure you and Charlotte are on the same page with the safe word. It’s imperative for the safety of your scrotum,” Tyler tells him.

“Jesus God, no. I want to propose to Charlotte and I have no idea how to do it,” Gavin tells us.

I knew this was coming. I’ve been teasing Charlotte about it for weeks, but hearing Gavin come right out and say it is bittersweet. My sister has found the love of her life and he wants to marry her. She has her dream job, her dream man and everything is falling into place for her.

Looking over at Tyler, I see the huge grin on his face and I can’t help but smile right along with him. My sister is getting married. My blog is starting to make money and I’m pretty sure I might be in love with Tyler.

“I’ve got the perfect proposal idea for you,” Tyler tells Gavin. “We just need to find an Alpaca farm, a place that will let us use illegal fireworks and a working fountain we can add red Jell-O to.”

I must be insane.