Nope.

"I'll show you a good position for this exact sort of thing. It's a good way to fuck if there's nothing good to lie down on."

That wasn't the answer you were hoping for. Kris pulls his hand out from under your skirt and releases his other hand from your back. For a moment you're painfully aware of how wet you are since you can feel your nectar running down your inner thighs, but you're also in part relieved by the prospect that he might be letting you lead him up to your bedroom.

Not.

"This way." Putting on airs like a gentleman, he leads you over to the wall and grabs your hands. Turning you to face away from him, he places your palms against the wall and pulls your hips back towards him. You lower your hands and try to straighten up, but Kris slaps your butt and makes you cry out. "Don't move without permission. I'm being nice right now, but if I need to then I'll be a lot crueler. Understand?"

You nod and get back into the position he originally put you in... Only to be spanked a second time.

"Did I say you could move?" He asks, and your eyes widen as you realize what your mistake was. "Good. Now you may move. Keep your hands up against the wall. Don't let me catch you moving him, not even an inch. And now stick your ass out more. That's it. Bend right over."

'Fuck'. 'Ass'. You notice that he's using dirtier words than before, but instead of feeling offended you can't help but feel aroused by it all.

"Stay still." He reminds you, and you obey as he starts untying the laces on the back of your dress. He barely loosens them before reaching around to your front and roughly pulling your dress down, just enough to free your breasts to the cool air. He grabs one of your breasts and kneads it with a hum of approval. "You're well-endowed here. You should thank for mother when you get the chance."

Letting go, he reaches down and lifts the skirt of your dress up above your hips and holds it in place as he positions himself behind you. You gasp as you feel something hot pressing up against your exposed pussy. "See? Your dress isn't touching the dirt at all anymore."

"One last question for you... Do you want it rough, or gentle Casey?"