Spankings

The Inquisitor surged upward, muscles honed from years of sword-work flexing as she caught Lace around the waist. Cullen sputtered beneath them, wiping his chin. Lace let herself be lifted; her boots left the floor, legs dangling while the taller woman pulled her across one strong thigh, positioning her stomach over the Inquisitor’s lap like misbehaving nobility summoned for discipline.

“You deserve to be spanked,” the Inquisitor growled. She pinned Lace’s wrists at the small of her back.Lace’s breath hitched in delight rather than fear.

“Then do it,” she taunted, canting her hips so her leather-clad ass lifted higher. The faint rustle of laces sounded as the Inquisitor tugged, loosening the ties of Lace’s riding breeches.

The first crack rang out sharp as a splitting log. Heat blossomed beneath Lace’s skin. She inhaled through her teeth, eyelids fluttering. Pain transmuted into bubbling warmth that poured molten toward her groin. A second blow followed, then a third. Lace's pussy clenched with each slap and gasp. She rocked her hips forward trying to rub against the Inquisitor's thigh.

By the fifth spank, Lace was moaning loud and grinding her pussy against the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor’s scowl faltered; more punishment was clearly feeding Lace’s pleasure. She paused, palm hovering above the burning imprints Lace’s backside.

The Inquisitor's face flashed with impatience and a wicked grin. With sudden decision she twisted her wrist, sliding her fingers between Lace’s widely braced knees. She cupped the cloth-shrouded mound of Lace’s pussy. Gathering the damp fabric until it slid between swollen folds. Lace’s shoulders jolted as she tried to wiggle out of the new position.

“Still enjoying yourself?” the Inquisitor rasped. Without waiting for answer, she lifted her hand and delivered a ringing slap directly to Lace’s vulva.

A rapturous cry crawled out of Lace's throat. Her knees buckled; had the Inquisitor’s grip not supported her torso, she would have crumpled. Another slap, wet, and loud landed on the tender flesh. This time Lace’s spine bowed so violently her head nearly brushed the floor. Each subsequent spank sent rippling shudders through her abdomen, igniting nerves already razed by desire. Tears of overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes. Yet still she angled her hips for more.

The Inquisitor’s smirk resurfaced, equal parts sinister and delighted. “Such eager flesh,” she crooned. Sliding two fingers beneath the now soaking wet patch of Lace’s panties. She slowly began to rub the panties against Lace's swollen clit. Lace squealed, thighs spasming. The inquisitor pressed hard making Lace moan and groan until she was at the edge of orgasm. Lace's eye flutter and her breathing was swallow. Her feet shook at the orgasm started to ripple through her.

"Do you want to cum, my whore?" asked the Inquisitor.

"Yes!!!!" groaned Lace.