Stripped naked and Spanked

"Look at these," Trevor jeered, grasping one of her breasts, "Parading around with these milk jugs, it is normal for you to get a lewd gaze from others, understand?"

Annabeth moaned again as she nodded. Of course, it was normal for people to stare at her body.

"But what have you done up until now? You attacked anyone who laid eyes on your body!"

Annabeth let out a whimper as the realization hit her. Trevor was correct. She never allowed anyone to do what was normal.

Why did she react in such an irrational way? She was supposed to be the daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom, for Pete's sake!

"That sort of behavior should be punished, and I'll be the one to deliver, since that is normal. Any questions?" Trevor snarled.

"No, Trevor."

Annabeth mumbled, her head hanging down in shame for her actions.

With a wide grin, Trevor grabbed Annabeth's jeans and yanked them down her legs.

It was more difficult than he thought. The jeans hugged tightly around her asscheeks, and it took several hard tugs to reveal her grey underwear.

"And wear some more attractive underwear," Trevor added with a slap to Annabeth's butt, "You're boring the fuck out of me when I strip you down. That's not normal."

"Alright, Trevor. I—mnphg."

Annabeth's words were cut short again as Trevor shoved her underwear into her mouth.

He threw away the trousers on the pile of junk he couldn't care less about and rubbed his hand over the pair of bouncy bosoms.

"Mmmph," Annabeth moaned and shivered, enjoying the sensation.

Trevor grabbed her hair again and yanked hard, forcing Annabeth to crane her neck and look him in the eyes.

"I'm going to spank you until I'm satisfied.

This is supposed to be a punishment, so don't enjoy it, understand? That is the normal reaction."

Annabeth nodded, although she was worried that she might enjoy getting smacked on the ass.

For some reason, whenever Trevor roughly handled her, Annabeth found herself getting aroused.

'Maybe I'm a masochist,' Annabeth thought to herself.

The idea made her feel more guilty since what Trevor did was completely normal, and here she was, getting aroused by it.

Trevor interrupted her thoughts by landing his first slap on Annabeth's rear.

Smack!

"Mmmph!"

Annabeth squealed into her gag as sparks of pleasure went off in her brain.

Smack! Smack!

Trevor continued to land blow after blow on Annabeth's ass.

He gleefully watched the mounds of flesh giggle, getting redder and redder with each slap alongside Annabeth's moan, which got lewder every time.

After 20 or so of slaps, Trevor stopped his hand.

Annabeth's ass were covered with red handprints from various angles. Her pussy was damp, trickling liquid down her inner thighs.

The grey eyes, which used to only glare at him, were crossed in ecstasy.

Trevor smirked at the depraved expression on Annabeth's face.

It turns out, the girl boss of Camp Half-Blood was secretly a masochist pervert who got off of getting stripped and spanked her ass red.

He pushed her off his knees, and Annabeth fell to the floor.

When she stood up, the underwear still in her mouth, Trevor scowled and pushed her down to her knees.

Annabeth winced when her sore butt settled on her legs, but she made no effort to stand back up.

She looked up at Trevor, who crossed his arms and legs with an irritated expression.

"You enjoyed the punishment I'd just delivered, haven't you?" He asked.

Annabeth flinched.

In truth, she did enjoy every single slap, but that was not how she was supposed to feel.

The daughter of Athena nervously met Trevor's hard gaze, contemplating on how to answer his question.