Connie the shamefaced

Red Sonja suppressed her chuckle at Connie’s easy conquering. She paused as she noticed something rather surprising. Between her close pressed thighs the dark pink lips of Connie’s sex were noticeably swollen - flushed and puckered with arousal - and there was the merest hint of juices - a glistening dew drop of moisture.

Sonja realised that Connie’s surrender had not been because of pain but for completely the opposite reason. The tiny woman had become aroused. Sonja rested her hand on Connie’s red spanked ass for a moment, gently caressing it as she considered her next actions. Connie struggled.

Should she feign ignorance and let Connie think that her weakness was not know to her? That could be entertaining. See how long she could prolong the farce.

Or perhaps she should take advantage of the young maiden. Her grin widened at the thought.

“I am not so sure…” Sonya said as she again smacked Connie’s perfectly rounded posterior. The lass cried out, gasping.

“Please…” Connie begged. “Let me wear the silks. I beg you. Stop… this is unmanning me.”

“I need to be sure…” Red Sonja said, hand raised.

Connie eyed the raised hand expectantly.