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Xemnas didn’t normally take on disobedient subs. He much preferred a pet who would help him relax and do whatever he ordered. He liked to dress his pets up, have them put on shows for him, and make them talk dirty even while it embarrassed them. He didn’t have the time or energy in his day to deal with unruly, stubborn subs who required punishment after punishment to keep them in line.
Roxas was a stubborn sub. He wanted to submit—needed it badly—but for whatever reason he had trouble giving in to that urge. Whether he was prideful or distrustful or just too embarrassed, getting him to submit to simple orders was like pulling teeth. Nevertheless, Xemnas wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and he accepted the sub’s request for a scene together.
Right from the start, they had problems.
Xemnas was tying Roxas’s hands behind his back. He had the sub kneeling in the center of the bed.
“There. Is that too tight for you?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Xemnas came around to stand in front of him.
“Roxas. You will address me as Sir when you’re in my room.”
He saw the boy’s muscles clench and his brow furrow.
“Is there a problem?”
“…No.”
Xemnas sighed deeply and picked up the paddle he had sitting on the bed. This peaked the sub’s interest as his attention was turned away from his Dom and towards the toy. The older man could see the sub’s excitement—his eyes went wide and he licked his lips.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered slowly, and Roxas reluctantly tore his gaze away from the toy to face his Dom.
“I will make you submit to me tonight. Now bend over until your face is against the bed. I’m going to paddle you red and sore until you respect me.”
Roxas didn’t respond, but followed the orders with a tinge in his cheeks.
Xemnas had a strong, slow arm, accentuating the heavy weight of the paddle perfectly. It was made of thick rubber with soft edges and left a wonderful bite without breaking skin. He paddled his ass first, sometimes hitting both cheeks at once, sometimes tormenting them one at a time.
The Dom loved how Roxas’s ass jiggled and clenched for him on each hit. Lovely ripples ran through the sub’s skin, all for Xemnas. All under his control. When the sub’s ass was a bright, healthy red, he moved onto the backs of his thighs.
“Ow! O-ohhh…” Roxas struggled to come up with any verbal retaliation to the beating he was taking. His ass was practically on display– the embarrassment burned so bad he could feel the blush travel to his ass cheeks. He wanted to say something to redeem himself, but the pounding of the paddle against his thighs was so perfect, it just kept getting better the longer Xemnas hit him. He felt so soothed and fluttery all of a sudden, like Xemnas had somehow turned all his rage into happiness just by beating him.
“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling his cock swell against the sheets. He muffled his next words and prayed his Dom wouldn’t hear.
“Hmm? What was that, now?”
His head was gently pried from the pillow in one of his Dom’s big hands. A sharp, heavy swat of the paddle forced the word out of his mouth and there was no denying it from then on.
“S-sir…”
That whimper fed a slow smirk on his Dom’s face, and he continued to play the sub’s body with the confidence that he now had his full submission.