“Croix, please,” Chariot cried as she waited in anticipation.
SMACK.
“1!” Chariot cried but felt disappointed that the smack was barely firm at all.
Croix smacked again and again. “2,3,4,5!” Chariot counted. “C-croix, please. Harder.”
“Shhh you don’t get to make demands,” Croix said.
She smacked Chariot again this time even lighter. “6,7,8,9,” Chariot whimpered **** to feel the harsher smacks, her bottom barely a light pink.
Suddenly SNAP.
“10!” Chariot moaned as the smack came in hard and firm and quick only to be disappointed by the lightness that followed. “11,12,13,14.”
“15!” The spanks shifted just a bit so that every 5th spank was the harshest among the series of light spanks.
It **** Chariot to anticipate the harsher spanks, excited to get to them faster. “50!”
Then the tempo increased. The spanks became much harsher, much quicker. Suddenly they were 70 spanks in and then 80 as Chariot moaned louder and louder, her bottom bright red. “90!”
Croix paused for a moment and whispered. “You better climax when we reach 100… or I’ll have to punish you.”
Chariot moaned not seeing an issue as Croix smacked her. “99! 100!”
Chariot’s back arched as she orgasmed, but she remained in her position. “Good girl,” Croix whispered as she undid Chariot’s binds. “I hope your audience enjoyed the show.”
Chariot’s eyes widened as she looked to the door to see the girls watching.
