Sucking

Nervously, unhappily, Meghan looks down and then forces herself to look at you directly. Without speaking she drops to her knees in front of you, moving between your thighs. She fumbles with your zipper and pulls it down, tentatively reaching into your pants to seek your cock.

"Good girl, Meghan," you encourage her, reaching out to stroke her hair. She looks at you with a mixture of fear and anger in her eyes. Her hands find your half hard cock and free it from your shorts, where it lies thickening in her delicate hands. She looks at you again, pleading silently with her eyes.

"Get to work, wench," you command her, tightening your grip on her hair and pulling her closer. She licks her lips nervously, moving slowly closer to your cock as though she's scared of it.

"It's not to late to change your mind and take the spanking instead," you tell her.