Mari takes her punishment into her own hands.

"Spanked?"

Mari hadn't been spanked since she was just a little kid. Spanking was usually for punishing people... but she had seen the little spanks exchange between cosplayers, the little butt grabs, the naughty smiles. Mari knew that she wanted that.

She also knew that she had established very, very strict rules with Harry. There was no way that she was going to break one of those rules, of course, but she needed someone to do it. Well, by any sort of logic, that only left her with one candidate... her own self. She looked up at Harry, who was touching himself and taking photos. "You're right," she said. "I need to spank myself."

It was hard to tear either hand away from her clit or the plug in her ass, but in the end, she chose to use her right hand. The plug made her feel delightfully full just sitting still, but she wouldn't get the same pleasure at all if she abandoned her clit. She pulled her hand away from the plug and began to caress her butt cheek lovingly, feeling every curve of her own soft skin.

"I think you're right," Harry said. "Just give me a second." Like Mari had, he took his hand away from his privates, but he was focusing instead on his camera. "I'm going to film this. It just isn't the same in just pictures."

Mari turned those words over in her head, inspecting them. Well, Harry was right. Just having a picture of her spanking herself, that wasn't very good at all, was it? In order for him to really capture what she was doing, it would have to be a video. So again she smiled and nodded, still rubbing and groping her ass. "Okay," she said.

"And... done." A red light beeped on on the front side of Harry's camera, indicating that he was, in fact, filming. "Look over your shoulder, beautiful," he said.

Mari turned, some of her lovely locks falling temptingly over one eye. Harry had retaken his seat, leaning back in the chair and holding his thing tight and filming her both at the same time. "How do you feel, Mari?" he asked.

That familiar and oh-so-pleasurable warm haze had settled over Marigold's senses again, the feeling of the plug inside her and her own masturbation merging together in the pool of her own senses. She giggled, slipping two fingers in between her lips. "I feel really good," she told Harry. "I feel really good!" Her smile widened as she looked into his camera.

"Now, why don't you spank yourself for us?"

Marigold remembered seeing Lynn leave teasing little slaps on Joy's bum. Earlier in the day, Lynn had done a photo with Terri where she had bent the faux-British cosplayer at the hip and pretended to slap her rear end over and over, a wink and a smile on her face. There had been a quiet part of Mari that even she hadn't acknowledged that had wanted Lynn or anyone to do the same thing to her, to lay their hands on her bottom and squeeze, or slap, or...

Marigold's hand went high in the air and then came down again, producing a naughty smack when it collided with her bum cheek. "Ooh!" she squealed when it hit, sitting up a little. She could feel the heat rising to the surface of her skin, and she liked that way the sensation from the slap had mixed with the dirty filling feeling of the plug. Unprompted, she raised her hand high again, and dropped it down, harder this time. She rubbed her ass where it was going red and found that she liked the pain a little. She was humming quietly. Another slap, and she cried out again.

It was everything she had imagined it to be and more, just as dirty and naughty and making her feel as good as she had hoped. But this wasn't enough-- her mind wandered to thoughts of the vibrator, and she found herself looking over her shoulder at where she had discarded it.