You try to leave

You wipe your chin and lick your finger while looking up at the Captain, then continue cleaning the rest of your face. Your dress seems to be marked too. You smile and he does so as well - you did an exceptional job at relaxing him, it seems. You wouldn't mind being told you were a good girl, but the world is only almost perfect now. You stand up. All the excitement and your own climax make your knees weak and your legs feel heavy.

"Good night, Captain." you say almost shyly, thinking that your use here has been fulfilled and not wanting to distract Sir Broderick from more important matters. He just reaches for your hand.

"Good night it is, Mia, but nowhere near its ending." he says as he pulls you back across his lap. You squeak and attempt to hold your skirt over your bare butt, since he had no mercy with it before.

"No, please, I'm not going to be bad anymore, I promise. Pleaseeeee." you whine as he yanks the dress from your hand and throws it over your back again, exposing your bottom.

He runs his hand through your hair, which does help you calm down and with a sigh you push your bum up, ready to take another spanking from your handsome protector. Lying naked across his lap, you notice that even if his orgasm was really strong, the Captain does not need to rest for long. Your belly is being poked by his manhood and your own little crotch reacts as well.

"Ah!" you gasp. Broderick's hand connects with your round posterior once more, but this time to gently massage it, while spreading a soothing oily substance all over it. You smile and look back at him, putting your hair behind your ear.

"I'm not a monster, Mia. This pretty booty had enough of smacks for today." he says while circling his big manly palm all over your butt. You shiver when he runs his finger down your crack.

"Besides, you seem to be a good girl, now." he adds and you close your eyes and bite your lower lip, even fighting a moan. Why does he have to know exactly what you need to hear?

You get yourself comfortable and reach for the flower crown that has fallen off your head. That's the moment when Broderick reaches for some extra soothing oil and starts applying it directly to your tight hole.

"Broderick, I don'tAH!" you gasp and yelp at the same time when his finger enters you. He is very patient, only sliding it in gradually. It still hurt a bit and you realize that you might never be ready to take his...

"Ooooooh." your whine turns into a moan as Broderick goes deeper and hits a certain spot, teasing it. Your crotch now rubbing against his, you squirm in his lap as he rhytmically fingers you. Your moans and squeaky noises of your well oiled butthole fill up the tent. As well as the quiet night in the camp, you realize in a fleeting moment of rational thought. Everyone including your bodyguards must surely hear that you are receiving more than a punishment. But it feels so damn good.

"Oh..ohh, ahhh, oh, OH GOD!" you scream in **** pleasure and make a tiny bit of mess in Broderick's own highly aroused crotch. He slides his finger out. Attempting to stand up totally fails now and Broderick catches you.

"Stay the night?" he asks. There were rumours before of you two being lovers, now it would be almost official if you just walked out of his tent in the morning. You adjust your dress as much as possible and think.