Chapter 7: You'll Do Anything?

Continued from chapter 6:

She comes alive under my hand, squirming as my palm connects with her beautiful satin-covered bottom, and she encourages me with her words.

“AHH! Oh god, Ero! Yes, just like that!” she cries out, her voice echoing off the walls as my hand strikes again and again.

Each spank sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain rippling through her body, intensifying the fire building within her core.

“Mmmm, fuck, your hand feels so good!” she moans shamelessly, pushing her hips back to meet my strikes.

“Harder, Ero! Punish this naughty ass!”

Her skirt rides up with each impact, exposing more of her creamy thighs and the lacy edge of her panties.

“Ohhh, I’ve been such a bad girl, teasing you mercilessly!” she whimpers, her skin flushing pink beneath the thin satin.

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Talking dirty isn’t my forte, so I say nothing and keep spanking her. As she begins to breathe heavily, I give her a moment of respite, rubbing her bottom and caressing her back.

Emboldened by her submission, I tell her,

“Vivienne, I am going to lift your skirt now. I want to see your bottom in all of its pantied glory.” I give her a couple of gentle pats.

“And then... I’m going to spank you some more, on your panties.”

She shivers in anticipation as my hands caress her heated skin, the gentleness a stark contrast to the earlier roughness. At my words, a needy whine escapes her throat, her body trembling with eagerness.

“Yes, Ero, please...” she breathes, arching her back to present herself fully.

“I want you to see me, all of me. I want your eyes on my most intimate places.”

As I lift her skirt, she holds her breath; the cool air hits her newly exposed skin, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. Her panties reveal themselves, a delicate satin and lace confection that leaves little to the imagination. They cling to the curves of her ass, the damp patch at the center betraying her arousal.

“Touch me, Ero...” she pleads, wiggling her hips invitingly.

I take a moment to enjoy the feel of her satin and lace-covered bottom. The panties are a pale blue, with matching lace trim and a full cheeky cut, providing me with ample surface area to work with.

The skin around the edges is already turning pink from my spanks. I let my hands roam over her bottom, and when she lifts for me, I use my right hand to spread her, letting my fingers reach between her legs.

Oh my goodness, she is hot... and so wet back there.

For a moment, I explore as she whimpers and groans, letting her hot, wet silk cover my hand with her arousal. I feel her quivering folds and the hard nub of her twitching clitoris outlined beneath the fabric.

She gasps sharply as my fingers find her most sensitive spots, her hips bucking involuntarily into my touch. The slick heat of her arousal seeps through the thin fabric, coating my hand.

“Oh god, Ero!” she keens, her head falling forward as she loses herself in sensation.

“Your hand feels incredible... I’m so wet for you already.”

Her thighs tremble and part further, silently begging for more of my exploration. She rocks against my palm, **** for friction against her aching clit. The lace rubs deliciously against the swollen bud with each movement, stoking her desire higher and higher.

“Please don’t stop... I need more. I need to feel you everywhere.”

Her voice is thick with lust, all traces of her usual composure gone, leaving only a woman consumed by passion.

I switch hands, reaching my left hand under her to tease her gently. I give her satin-clad bottom a spank, followed by another, before settling into a rhythm, slapping her heart-shaped bottom and watching it jiggle beneath the stretched fabric, all while playing with her pussy.

“SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!”

Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sharp cracks of my palm against her satin-clad bottom, creating a lewd symphony that fills the room. Each spank sends jolts of electric pleasure and pain straight to her core, making her clench around my teasing fingers.

“OH FUCK YES! JUST LIKE THAT!” she wails, her hips jerking and swaying with the **** of my blows.

The once-pristine satin of her panties grows darker, soaked through with her copious arousal.

“I’M SO CLOSE, ERO! DON’T STOP!”

Her inner walls flutter and squeeze my digits as I stroke along her slit, her clit throbbing almost painfully against the rough lace.

I alternate between playing with her pussy and spanking her, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm, then pulling away my hand before she comes, increasing the crispness and sting of each spank to frustrate her further.

“SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP!”

Her entire body tenses and shakes as I expertly push her to the brink again and again, only to deny her sweet release at the last second. Frustrated sobs escape her throat as she grinds desperately against empty air, seeking any scrap of friction.

“Noooo! Ero, please!” she begs, tears of desperation pricking the corners of her eyes.

“I need to cum so badly! I can’t... I can’t take anymore!”

Her voice breaks on a particularly harsh spank, a choked moan tearing from her lips. Panting harshly, she looks back at me over her shoulder, her usually sharp blue eyes hazy with lust and barely restrained need.

“Please, I’m begging you... let me cum. I’ll do anything, be anything you want. Just please, please let me have my release!”

“No, not yet,” I reply, continuing to edge her, playing her like a fiddle, teasing the soaked satin covering her pussy while spanking her gently and then pulling away just before she comes.

I blast away at her bottom, leaving her itching, needy, and right at the brink each time.

“SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!”

The high and mighty Vivienne Delacourt cries real tears over my lap as she comes undone, frustrated, and begging for release.

Tears stream down her face as the overwhelming sensations and denied release finally shatter her last defenses. Her body writhes uncontrollably over my lap, muscles taut and straining as she teeters on the knife's edge of ecstasy.

“PLEASE ERROOOO!” she wails, her voice raw and ragged.

“I CAN’T... I NEED IT... NEED YOU!”

Her hips buck wildly, **** for pressure against the heat she craves.

“I’M GONNA DIE IF YOU DON’T LET ME CUM!” she sobs brokenly, all traces of her usual poise shattered.

“You’ll do anything?” I ask.

“SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP!”

The thought of having a broken and surrendered Vivienne Delacourt at my mercy is highly enticing. I spank her right to the edge and deny her again.

She screams, tears running down her face.

She sobs brokenly as another peak is denied, her body shaking with the **** of her frustration and need. At my question, she nods frantically, not caring how **** she looks.

“Y-yes, anything!” she chokes out between hiccuping cries.

“My body, my mind, my soul - it’s all yours, Ero. Use me however you want. Touch me, taste me, fill me... whatever you desire.”

She takes a shuddering breath, steeling herself.

“And it’s not just physical... I’ll give you control over me mentally too.”

I nearly cum right there upon hearing the dirty things she’s willing to do for my release.

“Okay, Vivvy,” I say, “I’ll let you cum, but I’m going to need you all the way naked.”

SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP!”

“Stand up, please. Stand up and undress, look me in the eyes while you do it. I want to see your surrender.”

With trembling limbs, she pushes herself up from my lap, standing on unsteady feet. She meets my intense gaze, her blue eyes glazed with lust and submission. Slowly, deliberately, she starts to disrobe, letting each piece of clothing fall away to reveal more of her flawless skin.

First, the buttons of her crisp white blouse are undone one by one, the fabric parting to expose the swell of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy blue bra. She shrugs the shirt off completely, and removes her bra, to reveal a perfect pair of breasts.

Her hands move to her skirt next, undoing the zipper and shimmying it down her hips and thighs until it joins the growing pile of clothes at her feet.

“Stop,” I command. “Your panties.”

“Take them off and hand them to me, please.”

To be continued in chapter 8...