Punishing Joan

Connor rubbed his palms together. That had stung his hand more than he was expecting, and left Joan's ass with a slight reddening. Her cheeks were pale, inside the tanlines, and Connor reached out and gently held his hands on them. Her right was definitely warmer. He decided to even it out. Connor shifted himself to the other side of her legs, then his left hand came cracking down onto Joan's ass.

*Whack!*

Joan cried out, her hands shooting out to the sides and grabbing at the covers. For a moment Connor feared that she had changed her mind. He'd hit her a bit harder, but did it make that much difference?

"Ummm... come on!" she gasped, "Keep going!" So Connor did. Perhaps twenty more strikes, until both sides of his teenage girlfriend's bottom were red and hot to the touch. Her cheeks weren't the only part that were hot to the touch. When Connor let his hand linger, he could feel the heat radiating from her wet lips. They were almost hanging apart, and he swiped one finger up between them. He was cautious, unsure what kind of pressure Joan would enjoy, or what would hurt her.

"You enjoyed that then, Joan? I'm sure you still want more punishment though."

There was no reply. She clearly liked that touch, anyway. Joan's hands loosened, and she wriggled to bring them under her. Connor watched with wide eyes as two slim fingers were pushed into the entrance to her pussy. Yes, pussy. He was getting better at using that word.

He reached around her hips and pulled her hands away from where she'd begun to fuck herself. He leaned down to kiss her ear, and whispered,

"The deal was that you got yourself off, or I punished you. Too late for that."

Connor moved her hands until he could hold both in the small of her back with one of his. Given Joan's athleticism and his small frame, he wasn't sure how hard it would actually be for her to break free. She didn't seem to really want to, though, and it didn't take any use of his powers to see that. She was humping her hips softly into the bed, groaning faintly. Connor began to trace up and down Joan's labia, mapping each side, the dripping hole and the nub of her clitoris. The last made her her hips buck back at him, and the sight of her butt wriggling as she struggled made Connor decide to go back to spanking.

After half a dozen strokes, Joan had begun to mumble something. There was no coherence, just a series of pleas interrupted by whining noises as Connor's palm landed.

He didn't let go of her hands, put used his free hand to lift her hips up. With a few nudges, Connor had arranged herself on her knees, with her head down on the pillow and her ass up in the air. He let go on her hands, and softly said,

"Alright, Joan. Let me know what you like, 'k?"

With that, Connor began licking. He traced out all her private contours again, then began lapping towards the centre, where the heat and wetness were both greatest. Joan didn't really manage to give feedback. She made noises, but there were few actual words beyond "God!" and "Fuck!" and "Connor!". Connor was probing her mind with his almost as much as he was probing Joan's twat with his tongue, and tried to focus on what worked best.

After a few minutes, Joan was on the edge again. She had grabbed her knees from the inside to help spread herself further for Connor's access. His tongue was alternating now, between Joan's inner lips and her clit, and once or twice it had dipped up to brush her asshole. She's protested and he'd moved away, but there'd been a spark inside her that he'd sensed which suggested it might be worth revisiting the idea later.

A little more pressure and keeping the pace of his licks steady, and Joan began to come. She wailed and shook, and after trying to keep up for a few seconds, Connor withdrew his head and sat up, trying to straighten a crick that had developed in his neck.

"Wow. That was quite something!" said a voice from behind him.