Switch: When Wolves Won't Submit
Written by Xijque

   So it was done.  I had my mate completely under my control, with little
to no chance of him freeing himself.  I moved to the edge of the bed and
ran my paw down his body, from his wet nose to his raised ass.  As I had
expected, his tail was neatly tucked between his legs, hiding his groin. 
If we had more rope, I would probably have tied it out of the way, as he's
done to me in the past.  Fortunately for me, once I was ready to stick my
throbbing dick into him, it wouldn't matter where his tail was.

   Getting my muscular wolf into this position really was accomplishment.
 Now that my adrenaline levels were dropping, I could really appreciate
how special it was.  I frowned when I realized that I might never get to
see it again, once I let him go.  This wasn't something that I ever
wanted either of us to forget.

   A sudden idea made me smile again.  I patted his butt cheek and walked
out of the room, shouting back to him.  “I'll be right back, love.  Don't
you go anywhere.”

   About three months ago, he got me a digital camera for my birthday. 
Since then, I hadn't been able to put it to much use.  This, though, was
the perfect opportunity.  Finding the device in the kitchen, I returned
to the bedroom, where my mate was still spread-eagle, waiting for me.  I
grinned at him from the doorway.  “Hey, guess what I got.”

   He tried to turn and see what I had, but was unable to twist himself
enough to glimpse my new form of torture.  I turned the camera on and
snapped the first picture of him.  He figured out what I had when the
flash went off, causing him to start to squirm again.  His pointless
struggling was almost comical.

   “What?  You don't want proof of this?”  I shrugged.  “That's too bad,
hun.  I have the feeling that these are going to be some awesome pics.”

   I walked back up to him, watching him though the camera's LCD screen. 
For the next few minutes, I just took a bunch of pictures from various
angles, relishing in how humiliated my wolf must be.  I eventually tired
of this, though, and decided to mess with him a little further.

   I walked to the back of the bed, so that I was looking between his
legs.  The entire time, he had his tail positioned such that I couldn't
actually see anything.  This was a problem.  “Lift your tail for me.  I
want to see some wolf bits.”  As expected, he didn't move his tail.  In a
way, that's what I wanted; now I get to punish him for being disobedient.

   I sighed loudly.  “Okay, now you get find out what the paddle feels
like.  I hope you're proud of yourself.”  Once my statement sunk in, his
eyes went wide.  Having been ready for this, I managed to catch a picture
of his initial horror.

   Before moving on to causing actual, physical pain, though, I wanted
some shots of him exposing himself to me.  To help him out, I reached
forward and pulled his tail up for him.  Initially, there was some
resistance, but that disappeared after I let out a low growl.  With him
like that, I snapped a few pictures of his pulsing tailhole and
somewhat-large balls, before reaching between his legs and fondling his
sheath.  Much to my surprise, he was nearly half way to full arousal.  I
laughed loudly.  “Oh, my, what's this?  Is my wolfie enjoying being
used?”

   He immediately shook his head and tried to let out a vocal denial of
this very basic fact.

   “That's not what it feels like.  Maybe I'm wrong; is my paw lying to
me?”  He didn't reply, this time.  In order to get some photographic
proof of his arousal, I pulled his partially sheathed cock back and took
another picture, capturing his tailhole and balls with it.  “Definitely
not, hun.  Now, I'm going to let go of your tail.  It's going to stay up,
okay?  You don't want to get into any more trouble, trust me.”

   I released his tail and stepped back again.  As ordered, it didn't
move back to protect himself.  Before he changed his mind, I took yet
another picture.  From this angle, I could just see his pink cock below
his balls.  It was perfect.

   It was time to move on again.  Putting the camera down, I grabbed the
paddle off the bed and moved up to his side.  “Don't you dare move your
tail, bitch.”

   All he did was continue to whimper and whine.  Luckily for him, his
tail stayed where I wanted it.  I didn't wait to deliver the first hit. 
As soon as the paddle made contact with his butt cheek, he screamed.  A
second later, I struck him again, this time on the other side.  I
continued with a few more hits to his butt cheeks, enjoying the sound of
the paddle contacting his furred rump.  Eventually, my aim went a little
askew, and part of the paddle contacted his balls.  Even though this was
unintentional, I liked the change in his screaming; rather than the
somewhat low-pitched wail, he let out a sudden shriek.  The next time I
hit his balls was completely intentional.

   Deciding that he'd had enough, tossed the paddle onto the floor and
ran my paw over his abused ass.  Whenever I got paddled, I figured that
the warm feeling was just in my head.  But now, when I was on the other
side of it, I could tell that the warmth was real; his ass was almost hot
to the touch.  After a few moments, my mate started to shake, almost like
he was shivering.  I felt a sudden pang of guilt, but that disappeared
when I remembered having had that very reaction on more than one
occasion.  Just like I had, he'd get over it, even if it took a few days.

   “You still like that paddle?  It feels great, right?”  He didn't
respond.  Instead, he just continued to whine, quite loudly.  I noticed
that he was crying.  Although I did care about my mate, he was mirroring
how I acted after he had had his fun with the paddle.  Secretly, I hoped
that he might think twice about using it, next time.  If I was thinking
clearly, I would have realized that it was only going to get worse.

   Having had my fill of punishing him, I picked up my camera, took a few
more pictures,  and left the room; he needed some time to calm down. 
Besides, I wanted to make sure to have backups of these images before he
could get to them.