Massage, but Kim incurs Lilith's anger

Lilith was on a high, sexually and in poker. As appreciation, she gave Kim a few minutes to catch her breath.

Lilith noticed the wet spot on Kim's panties and her still-erect nubs. "Looks like you enjoyed it as much as me. This can be fun for both of us, if you serve me well, Kimmy," Lilith chuckled. Lilith ran her foot directly over the wet spot. Kim was surprised at the touch and her body acted on instinct: her pussy humped Lilith's foot, subtly but surely. The wet spot became slightly bigger.

Lilith watched in amusement for a minute, before placing her feet in Kim's hands. "More work to be done before your reward," she ordered.

Kim's hands trembled slightly as she reached out to take Lilith's foot, her touch gentle yet firm as she began the massage. The soft skin yielded under her fingers, and Kim could feel the tension gradually releasing from Lilith's muscles. Her technique was clumsy at first, but with each stroke, she found a rhythm.

Lilith sighed contentedly, her body relaxing. "That's it, Kimmy," she murmured, her voice a satisfied purr.

As the massage progressed, Kim's hands moved up Lilith's leg to her hamstring, thighs, upper thighs. Lilith's dress had ridden up, exposing her vulva again, and Kim hesitated. Lilith stared at her with a sly smile, and signaled to Kim to continue massaging upwards. "Tongue. Again," Lilith commanded.

Lilith spread her legs wide open. Kim leaned in closer, her breath warm against Lilith's pussy as she concentrated on the task. The scent of dried juices mingled with her sweet aroma, creating a heady mix that filled Kim's senses. She could hear the distant sounds of the poker game above, the clink of chips and occasional laughter blending into a background hum.

Time stretched, the world narrowing down to the space between them. Kim could feel her own energy waning, the strain of maintaining such focus taking its toll. It was tiring balancing with her hands tied behind her; she didn't want to fall face-first onto Lilith's pussy.

Lilith's breathing quickened, her body arching again as the pleasure built within her. Kim watched, transfixed, as Lilith's face contorted with ecstasy. However, Lilith made little noise, leaving Kim to wonder how close the girl was.

But this time, Lilith's climax took much longer to reach. Kim's tongue ached, her mouth tired, her legs starting to cramp. She scooted around, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Thud. There was a dull thud as Kim lost her balance, hitting the table leg. Lilith noticed the noise, the absence of pleasure in her pussy, the lack of ringing from Kim's nipple bells.

"Kimmy, why have you stopped?" Lilith demanded, her tone icy. Kim's eyes flew open, her heart pounding as she realized her mistake. She had forgotten the bells tied to her nipples, the telltale sound that marked her every movement.

Lilith's eyes narrowed, her displeasure clear. "I told you I wanted to hear them ring," she said, her voice cold. Kim swallowed hard, her body trembling as Lilith carried Kim roughly over her lap. The position was humiliating, her bare bottom exposed, her body ****. Lilith flipped Kim's skirt up, her white thongs framing her ass, making for easy targets.

"Naughty college girls deserve 20 spanks. Count each one," Lilith ordered, her hand raising high before descending with a sharp slap. Kim cried out "one", the pain searing across her skin as she gasped. "Two," she gasped with another hit. Lilith continued, her hand striking again and again, each blow precise and unyielding. Kim's cries filled the room, her voice cracking with each number she counted.

Yet, Lilith had stealthily put her fingers over Kim's pussy. As Kim squirmed from the spanking, her pussy inadvertently rubbed against Lilith's fingers. At first, there was no sensation. But by the 10th spank, her hips were noticeably gyrating from pleasure. Lilith felt it too, pausing longer between each spank, drawing the punishment out.

"16," Kim cried out. By now, her thong had an obvious wet spot.

"17," Lilith fingers were damp.

"18," Kim was practically humping Lilith fingers.

"19," Kim was at the throes of orgasm.

"20," Lilith final spank was much harder, shocking Kim. That shock led to overflowing pleasure. Kim's pussy pleasure went past the point of no return. Yet, the pain tempered the pleasure she felt. Her orgasm was not like a tidal wave, flooding the beach. Instead, it was low tide, a wave which crested low and slow, just barely making it to the beach. It was a feeble orgasm, a slow trickle of pussy juice, her arousal only half-sated.

As the spanking ended, Kim's bottom was aflame, her ass cheeks as red as Lilith's dress. Lilith set her aside gently, her expression unreadable. "Remember your place," she said, her tone final. Kim nodded, her body tired out from pain and pleasure.