*He groans quietly around the gag when his rear is smacked roughly, the flesh stinging a little. A few seconds pass, and then something wet is rubbed up and down his hole, and a little inside as well - lube, he was guessing. Right he was - something conically shaped pressed up against his entrance, forcing its way past the ring of muscles and into his rear. It was a plug, and quite a large one at that. Groaning in a mix of pleasure and pain as the plug nestled inside him, Whitey bit down on the gag when told not to make a sound. He was never very good at this... A paddle smacked against his cheeks, making his skin hurt and the plug move a little bit. No sound that time, but he didn't know whether he'd be able to stop himself from groaning the next time*