She's disobedient, in a delightful way

Joan smiled up at Connor, and then pushed him up and away from her. He was reminded painfully that Joan was much more athletic than him, as well as almost his height, as she shifted him off her. She kissed him once, then rolled onto her stomach and looked at Connor over her shoulder.

"What if I do want to be spanked?" she asked. Connor swallowed, then reached out and kneaded Joan's tight buns with both hands. She was athletic enough to have something of a bubble butt, despite her generally slender frame, and there was a nice handful filling each palm. Joan gave a low, happy noise - almost a purr - as he played with her asscheeks, then bit her lip and returned to rubbing her clit.

"Mmmm. That's nice," she said, "but what about that spanking?" Connor's finger tips touched hers for a moment, then moved to trace the outlines of her labia, which he found slick and hot to the touch. It was, he noted dizzily, the first time he'd touched his girlfriend down there. He mentally scolded himself. If Connor was going to grab Joan by the hair, make her deep throat him, listen to her thoughts so he could exploit her body better, and now demand she get herself off for his entertainment, under pain of spanking... well, he could say 'touch her pussy', at least. In the privacy of his own head, at least.

To Connor, it still seemed obviously the case that he was exploiting Joan. Her eagerness to do everything he'd asked and beg for more was a consequence of his powers. That she'd enjoyed it, well, that just made it tolerable rather than actually evil.

His self-justification, or self-loathing, or whatever it was was interrupted by an awareness that he'd stopped moving his finger tips along the outline of Joan's pussy lips, and she'd begun pushing herself against his hands.

"Earth to Connor!" she growled softly, "I said, pleeease can you put a finger in me if you're not going to start spanking?"

"Well," replied Connor, playing for time as he reeled his attention back to the here and now and the dusky teen angel asking him to finger her wet snatch, "I think I said I'd spank you if you didn't make yourself come. It looks like you're being good and working on that for me."

Connor leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, slowly inserting his index finger as he did so. If he'd thought her mouth had been hot and wet, then he'd need new words for the fire he felt now. Joan shuddered under him, and began rubbing herself harder, hips bucking down into the bed.

"On the other hand, if you enjoy being spanked, it'll only help with that, won't it?"

With that, Connor withdrew his finger from Joan's sopping slit, and dealt her a pair of slaps on her right cheek. She squeaked, then whispered,

"OK, I really do like that. Please. Spank me. Punish your little slut while she gets herself off!"