While he is giving his sub a spanking, they receive an unexpected visitor… with some unexpected consequences.
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Sylvie looked up at him, with her head tilted back. His fingers were still wrapped around her dark hair, and he squeezed, luxuriating in her pained expression.
She opened her mouth.
Fuck.
He pulled her mouth down on his waiting cock, covered with pussy juice. As her sweet little tongue licked and sucked, he couldn’t help but moan. He wasn’t as hard anymore, but her mouth was still hot and wet.
Even as he felt the familiar pangs of exhaustion crawl across his mind, watching his cock move in and out of his neighbor’s daughter’s mouth, was exquisite. She was so young-looking, so innocent and naive.
Not that naive.
His jaw hardened. “You made Erika cum. Even though I told you not to, you did it anyway.”
Her eyes turned into smiling crescents as she continued bobbing softly on his cock.
Oh, fuck no. This little bitch needed to learn.
He tightened his hands in her hair and lifted her off of him with an audible pop. He growled and watched her eyes widen. “You’ve earned yourself a punishment, Sylvie. And one for Erika, as well.”
“Erika?’ she squeaked, trying to twist her head to relieve the pain in her scalp. “But… but it wasn’t her fault.”
He smiled at her, knowing that no such comfort would come.
“Doesn’t matter. She didn’t have permission to orgasm, and she couldn’t control herself.” He wrenched her face to the side, feeling his cock jump as she yelped and cried. With his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “And you’re going to give it to her.”
She clenched her eyes shut and tried to shake her head. “Please, no. I’m sorry, Mr Martinez, really.”
He stood up, dragging her by the hair to stand in front of Erika, who was still bent over the table. A combination of his and her cum oozed slowly down her leg.
“Erika, darling. You know what comes now, don’t you?” he said.
The woman visibly shivered and began to cry softly. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m disappointed in you, Erika.”
“I know, Sir. I’m sorry.” She stood up, turned around, and lay back on the table with her legs bent and open at the edge. “Please punish me for cumming.”
Emotion bloomed inside of his chest; he loved her so much. Such a good slave. He struggled to maintain his angry facade, and not simply take her to bed, just to feel her warm body wrapped around his.
Sylvie jerked in his hand, trying to shake her head.
He looked down at her, and her eyes were wide and scared.
Prey. So much like prey.
Things low in his body tightened.
“Little Sylvie made you cum, so now she’s going to punish that naughty cunt,” he said. “Isn’t she?” He looked at the younger girl, narrowing his eyes.
“Please, please… no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Frantic words tumbled out of her mouth.
“Of course you did, don’t fucking lie to me, girl,” he snarled. “Unless you want to add to your own punishment?”
There was too much white around her eyes.
“Did you forget about your own punishment?” he asked her. “What did I tell you earlier?”
She started to cry. “T-t-that I’d be s-s-sorry…”
He hoisted her up to a standing position. “And you disobeyed me. Do disobedient little girls deserve to be punished?”
The silence between them was heavy.
“Yes,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Something deep and dark urged him on.
“Yes, what?” he prompted.
He didn’t know why he said it, but he needed to hear the word on her pretty pink lips. Fuck, he needed to hear it from her own mouth.
He was going to burn in hell for this.
She swallowed audibly. “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Inwardly, he groaned as that beastial part of him ached to make her bend to his will. He wanted to make her scream.
Or to make her repeat those words over, and over, and over.
He felt his cock start to harden again.
Mother of fuck. He wasn’t some raging teenager, what the fuck?
He took a deep, calming breath. The breath that would allow him to function like the cool-headed dom in the room, and not do terrible, terrible things to little Sylvie.
No, better let Erika do terrible, terrible things to little Sylvie.
He picked up his belt from the floor. “Alright, this is how this is going to work. Both of you deserve to be punished.” He handed the belt to Sylvie, already looped, and nudged her toward Erika’s wet, waiting cunt.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked.
There was something in the lilt of her voice when she asked, that made him think that she was going to enjoy this more than he had anticipated.
He licked his lips, and went to sit on the couch, where he’d have the best view.
“You’re going to beat her disobedient cunt. Five strokes. And then you’re going to switch places.”
Sylvie’s eyes bulged, and Erika tensed.
“Erika, are you okay?” he asked.
“She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Sir, this is dangerous.”
A pang of guilt struck him. She was right.
“I know what I’m doing,” Sylvie said, defensively. She stalked up to stand between Erika’s open legs.
He felt his eyebrows raise.
Maybe there was more to the girl next door than he realized.
“Alright, Sylvie. Five strokes. Show me what you know.” He stretched his arm behind the couch. “Erika, count. Then it’ll be your turn to educate her.”
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