Rewarding Joan, with punishment

Joan bit her lower lip for a moment in concentration. Or lust, maybe. It didn't take her more than a moment to decide, apparently, because she piped up,

"Could you spank me again?" It wasn't exactly phrased as a demand, but there was a confidence in her request that hadn't been there earlier. Less hesitation. More certainty about what Joan wanted. Connor smiled at her and hugged tighter for a moment, then let go and sat up.

"Alright. If you're sure you're not hurt too much from earlier?"

"No," said Joan, rubbing her butt, "I'm fine. I don't break as easily as you think." She crawled forwards and lay down across Connor's lap. He looked down and appreciated the view for a moment, only to be distracted by Alison resting her head on his shoulder. She apparently liked the view too, and one hand snaked around Connor's torso to grab a handful of Joan's cheek. Well, given the size of Joan's booty the handful was almost all of it, but a nice round handful.

Joan wiggled for a moment, trying to get comfortable in his lap. Alison took this as encouragement, and Connor watched for a moment as her fingers dug into the apparently taut flesh. Then he pulled her hands away.

"Enough." It came out as an almost hoarse whisper. He reached down himself. Felt the warmth of Connor's skin for a moment. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked.

After five spanks, he stopped. Joan wasn't crying, or even moaning, but her breaths were ragged and deep. He felt the bed move as Alison shuffled around to his side. This time she sent her hands lower, sliding underneath. Joan moaned now. Long and low, and her hands pushed at the bedspread to drive herself back onto her girlfriend's fingers.

Joan's cheeks were red again. Not that much, judged Connor. Not enough to stop.

So he continued spanking as Joan shook and moaned against his legs and his hardening lap. He increased the **** he used, almost ignoring Joan's welfare for a moment. He wasn't angry, just... hungry. The harder he hit her, the more she moved and the more noise she made, and the more aroused he got, and the more aroused she got, and the more he wanted to keep pushing her.

Joan groaned out actual words,

"I can't take any more!" and Connor froze. Joan didnt. She shuffled herself backwards, wrapped her hands around his cock, and all but inhaled it.

Connor all but collapsed off the bed, going limp except for pumping his hips as all his attention went to the sensations.