Shocked, but defeated

Kythril looked shocked, but Lucas returned her gaze impassively, not giving an inch.

After a long moment, her shoulders sank in defeated and she stood up. Her hands worked at the buttons on her dress, her fingers fumbling them out of the buttonholes as she blushed. Her dress sagged slightly as she undid the last few buttons and she let it fall off her body. Then, she stopped and hooked her panties with her thumbs, giving him a look of defiance—surprising him—before drawing it down her legs, revealing a bald vulva.

She stepped out of her sensible shoes and took off her stockings, then reached behind her and undid her bra, quickly clasping one arm around them, the other reaching down to hide her crotch.

"Turn around, put your hands on the counter and bend over." He ordered, quick to end her brief attempt at what little modesty she had left.

Hesitantly, she did as she was told, sticking her heart-shaped ass out. Her gaze was fixed on the wall right in front of her, and she was clearly glad she couldn't meet his eyes in this compromising position. Her breaths were fast and shallow as Lucas stood up and approached her. She shivered when he ran his hands appreciatively over her ass cheeks. He could still see the effects of the spanking he delivered on it a few days ago, but even so, they were almost too nice to spank again. Almost.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes."

He brought his palm down on her fleshy right cheek with a satisfying smack. Kythril gasped audibly and tensed up momentarily, but he didn't give her time to regain her posture before repeating the action on the left.

"Ah!" Kythril cried out, gripping the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles had turned white. She made no effort to escape, though, and so Lucas continued.

He gave each cheek another slap. And another. And another.

"Uhh... Nnhhh... Unghh..." Kythril gasped.

The glorious sounds of his hand connecting with her ass and her high-pitched cries of pain filled the room. It was almost like music.

Slowly the skin turned from white to pink, then reddened deeper and deeper. Strangely, Kythril's voice seemed to soften with every impact. He had expected tears or for her her to ask for mercy, as she had the first time, but she seemed determined to take what he could dish out.

Even more surprising was that she started moving against his slaps rather than away from it. A slow grin spread over his face. He delivered one last blow, a hard one to the top of her left thigh, and she jumped delightfully at the sharp jolt of pain.

"Ah! Ah! Unngh... Mmm..." she exclaimed, and they were definitely moans of pleasure.

Lucas bent over her to put his mouth near her ear. "This is supposed to be a punishment, but here you are, moaning like a bitch in heat."

He punctuated his statement by another hard slap, this one on the other thigh. He was rewarded with another gasp and moan.

"You know what I think?" Lucas continued. "I think this has nothing to do with what you did to Eldwyn at all. I think that when I sent you away the other day, you were wet as autumn down there. I think you went home and fucked yourself all night long, didn't you?"

"N-no, that's not..."

He cut her off. "No? So if I feel between your legs right now, you'll be bone dry, right?"

"No, you can't!"

Ignoring her protest, Lucas ran his hand along the inside of her thigh and immediately felt her slickness. He withdrew his hand and raised it in front of her, forcing her to confront the evidence on his fingers.

"Soaked," he said, superfluously.

She suddenly pushed at him and tried to squirm away from him, but Lucas held on tightly and kept the hand in front of her face.

"Say you don't want this, and I'll release you right this moment," he said, grunting with exertion as he held her down.

Kythril realized she had no hope of escaping from his grasp unless he wanted her to, and her struggles abruptly ceased. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, her mouth hung half open and panting. She said nothing, and Lucas chuckled.

"I thought so. You like being punished. You're just a shameless little Elven bitch, and you want this."

"I... I..."

"Admit it!" he yelled, giving her another slap.

"Aiii!" she cried. "Yes! Yes, I want it!"

"See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked, his tone softer now. He slowly stroked her burning ass cheeks, smiling as she moaned from his touch.

"Do you want me to punish you a little more?"

"Please... I need..." she said, her voice trailing off.

"What do you need?" Lucas asked, leaning forwards to breathe the words into her ear.

"Punish me..." she begged.

"Turn around."

It took her a few moments to process the order, but then she did what he asked. She brought up her arms to cover her breasts and crotch, and Lucas shook his head disapprovingly. "Hands behind your back."

Lucas had to stop himself from gasping audibly. He was no spry youngling and he'd seen many breasts over the course of his life, in all shapes and all sizes. Kythril's pair was nothing short of amazing. Perfectly symmetrical, nicely round, and with conspicuous nipples that were hard with arousal. With her arms behind her back and her shoulders pulled back, they seemed to defy gravity.

With difficulty, he tore his gaze from Kythril's body, making eye contact instead. Something like fear had crept into her eyes as she began to suspect what he'd do to her next, but she didn't say a word.

Emboldened by her silence, Lucas lifted his right hand to her breast. He grasped it gently with fingers splayed, enjoying the feeling of the warm, slightly sweaty orb and the now fully hardened nipples. Her breath hitched in her throat as he fondled her blatantly.