Fountain.

"Here..." Kyle lifted her gently to a standing position, looking deep into her eyes. Pain had caused tears to leak from her eyes at the corners, and he gently wiped them away with his thumb. "Too much?"
{if Shame < 30
}Beth shook her head emphatically. "Not enough.."
Kyle grinned. "So eager..." {elseif Shame < 50
}"No...no sir...I'm okay..." Please don't fucking stop.
"Good girl." {else
}Beth gave a little shake of her head. "I'm ok...p-please don't stop...sir..." her voice had taken on a very submissive tone.
"That's a good girl." {endif
}Kyle lifted her chin with a curled finger, planting a kiss on her waiting lips. As soon as the kiss broke, he bent to pick her up at the waist, tossing her over his shoulder.
Oh, god...he's so strong. He just picked me up like I was nothing. Kyle carried her to the couch, setting her down gently. Despite his care, she winced when her red ass cheeks met the cushions. He spanked me so goood. I'm going to have handprints for sure. {if Shame < 50
}She couldn't bring herself to care about the evidence. {else
}I'll worry about that later. {endif
}
"Now that you've been properly disciplined, let me give you a little...encouragement." Kyle knelt next the couch. He placed his middle and ring fingers together, sticking them into her mouth. Beth understood without words. She sucked on his fingers and got them nice and slick.
"Very good. Now...let me show you what I can do for you..."

Gently at first, Kyle begin to finger Beth's vagina with two fingers, using his thumb to rub at her clit occasionally. His other and cradled her head so that she could gaze directly into his eyes. They cut right into her, and she wondered if he could make her cum just by staring into her eyes. It was a silly thought, and yet...
"Does that feel good, Beth?"
"Yes..." her answer was breathy. He was fingering her in a way she had never been fingered before, and the sensations were different, more intense. He seemed to be doing something specific that she couldn't quite understand. "Please don't stop..."
After what seemed like an eternity of mounting pleasure, but was in fact only minutes, Beth felt something...welling up inside her. She thought she was going to cum, but this was a different feeling. Kyle seemed to sense it, and he began to fervently pump at her g-spot with both fingers while rubbing her clit furiously with the other hand. To Beth's surprise, a fountain of clear fluid began to spray from her, soaking the couch and Kyle's chest and arm, as well as her own body.

"Wha..." Beth clapped a hand over her mouth as a primal moan erupted from her and her body shook with a deep, reverberating orgasm.
"I knew you could do it.." Kyle's voice sounded amused and...proud? {if History = 0
}Beth was completely flabbergasted. I thought squirting was fake? {else
}Beth had never managed to squirt before{if History = 2
}, even with all her many different experiences{else
}.{endif
}{endif
}
Once her body calmed down, Beth laid back, staring at the darkness of the ceiling. Kyle got up, returning with a hand towel to wipe her body down. There were wet spots all over the couch, and a puddle right under her ass. Kyle gently lifted her in his arms, laying her on the loveseat before returning to soak up her puddle as best he could. Once he was done, her returned to her, pulling her body onto his lap. Beth curled up into his embrace as he stroked her hair gently. Her ass still hurt like fire, but she felt safe in his arms.
"Fuck...{if Shame < 50
}...that was...dangerous."
"Yeah. I didn't know if you'd actually...do it." Kyle's voice didn't sound regretful.
"You're not going to..."
"Of course not. He doesn't need to know a thing." It was odd to feel comfort in that. {else
}...I can't believe I just did that."
"I wasn't sure if you would actually do it..." Kyle sounded only a little remorseful. "But I seem to have a sixth sense for subs."
"This was...We did a bad thing."
"Yeah. yeah we did." He stroked her cheek. "We don't have to do anything again if you don't want."
I do want, that's the problem.
"Why don't we talk about it in the morning. When our heads are a little clearer." Kyle's words sounded sensible.
"Obviously when Brian's not..."
"Obviously." He agreed.
{endif
}

After about thirty minutes of gentle cuddling, Beth gingerly pulled her shorts back on and retrieved her tanktop before tiptoeing back upstairs.
Brian was snoring away, and she was able to slip back into bed without disturbing him.
Sleep came quickly, despite her racing thoughts.