story, but not for the reasons Dan assumed. “How many will I receive?"
"Indeterminate. I'll decide after I've administered the punishment you've accrued so far. But I still won't tell you. I'm going to let you wonder if each spank will be the last."
His delicious Machiavellian threat lured Emma back into the game. She sucked in her breath dramatically and pasted an anxious expression on her face.
"Before I discipline you, is there anything you'd like to say for yourself?” Dan tried to sound stern, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Please, sir, can you give me another chance? I promise I'll do better.” Emma peered up at him beseechingly. “I'm so sorry.” Her trembling added to the effect, but it was desire, not fear, that caused her shaking.
Dan cupped her cheek and caressed her face with this thumb. “I know you will, Emma. Because I'm going to spank you long and hard so that you remember the next time you act rudely or run a red light. But first...” He unzipped his jeans. He'd gone commando, and his engorged cock sprang free, the head leaking with arousal. “First, I want you to demonstrate how sorry you are."
EMMA SANK TO her knees and engulfed his erection with such eagerness, Dan feared he might explode in her mouth right there. He hadn't planned to engage in any prespanking sexual activity—other than to tease her , of course—but after the way she'd given head to the dildo, he couldn't wait.
As she blew him, she watched him with taunting eyes. The witch knew exactly how to torment him, but he planned to turn the tables. He'd win his bet.
Using both hands, she gripped his cock around the base with a soft but firm touch while she sucked. Her mouth was like a tight furnace turning his insides molten, drawing pleasure from deep inside his body.
The dart and flicker of her tongue against the crown of his cock sent sensations traveling down its length. She kept a firm seal around his shaft with her lips as he slid in and out of her mouth. He'd never been so fucking hard.
Dan tucked the paddle into his back pocket to free his hands. He'd purchased it as a joke—who needed a fake cock at the end of a paddle? But teasing Emma with the dildo, then seeing her lick her juices off it caused his desire to boil over.
He held her head and stroked her hair and hollowed cheeks with his thumbs. She popped the head of his dick out of her mouth and licked his shaft, following the thick vein on the underside with her tongue. Up and down, up and down she ventured, pausing each time she got to the head to draw just the knob into her mouth.
The sight of her face pressed to his groin, her eager pink tongue and soft lips trailing over his engorged cock, sent lust careening through him. She pressed her mouth to his ball sac and licked at his nads.
The glint in her eyes revealed she knew full well the effect she was having. He allowed her to play, to think she had the upper hand, then when he could endure no more, he grunted, tightened his grip on her head, and shoved his dick into her mouth. “Suck my cock, Emma."
She moaned and earnestly went to work. The sparkle in her gaze, the wet heat of her mouth, rocked him on his heels.
Emma offered the complete package: submissive and obedient, but spunky and sassy too. She followed his requests to the letter, but added her own spin. Like the getup she wore. He'd asked her to not wear panties under her skirt; he wanted to think of her sitting prim and proper in the restaurant all the while her tight, hot pussy and marvelous ass were naked.
And then he discovered her little surprise when she'd disrobed. Her bra, scarcely more than a lacy band, boosted her generous tits and presented them like a tasty offering laid out on a platter. Like two irresistible cherries, her puckered areolae and distended nipples topped off the temptation.
Those tantalizing pebbles brushed against his thighs as she went down on him.
When the head nudged the back of her throat, she swallowed
"Indeterminate. I'll decide after I've administered the punishment you've accrued so far. But I still won't tell you. I'm going to let you wonder if each spank will be the last."
His delicious Machiavellian threat lured Emma back into the game. She sucked in her breath dramatically and pasted an anxious expression on her face.
"Before I discipline you, is there anything you'd like to say for yourself?” Dan tried to sound stern, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Please, sir, can you give me another chance? I promise I'll do better.” Emma peered up at him beseechingly. “I'm so sorry.” Her trembling added to the effect, but it was desire, not fear, that caused her shaking.
Dan cupped her cheek and caressed her face with this thumb. “I know you will, Emma. Because I'm going to spank you long and hard so that you remember the next time you act rudely or run a red light. But first...” He unzipped his jeans. He'd gone commando, and his engorged cock sprang free, the head leaking with arousal. “First, I want you to demonstrate how sorry you are."
EMMA SANK TO her knees and engulfed his erection with such eagerness, Dan feared he might explode in her mouth right there. He hadn't planned to engage in any prespanking sexual activity—other than to tease her , of course—but after the way she'd given head to the dildo, he couldn't wait.
As she blew him, she watched him with taunting eyes. The witch knew exactly how to torment him, but he planned to turn the tables. He'd win his bet.
Using both hands, she gripped his cock around the base with a soft but firm touch while she sucked. Her mouth was like a tight furnace turning his insides molten, drawing pleasure from deep inside his body.
The dart and flicker of her tongue against the crown of his cock sent sensations traveling down its length. She kept a firm seal around his shaft with her lips as he slid in and out of her mouth. He'd never been so fucking hard.
Dan tucked the paddle into his back pocket to free his hands. He'd purchased it as a joke—who needed a fake cock at the end of a paddle? But teasing Emma with the dildo, then seeing her lick her juices off it caused his desire to boil over.
He held her head and stroked her hair and hollowed cheeks with his thumbs. She popped the head of his dick out of her mouth and licked his shaft, following the thick vein on the underside with her tongue. Up and down, up and down she ventured, pausing each time she got to the head to draw just the knob into her mouth.
The sight of her face pressed to his groin, her eager pink tongue and soft lips trailing over his engorged cock, sent lust careening through him. She pressed her mouth to his ball sac and licked at his nads.
The glint in her eyes revealed she knew full well the effect she was having. He allowed her to play, to think she had the upper hand, then when he could endure no more, he grunted, tightened his grip on her head, and shoved his dick into her mouth. “Suck my cock, Emma."
She moaned and earnestly went to work. The sparkle in her gaze, the wet heat of her mouth, rocked him on his heels.
Emma offered the complete package: submissive and obedient, but spunky and sassy too. She followed his requests to the letter, but added her own spin. Like the getup she wore. He'd asked her to not wear panties under her skirt; he wanted to think of her sitting prim and proper in the restaurant all the while her tight, hot pussy and marvelous ass were naked.
And then he discovered her little surprise when she'd disrobed. Her bra, scarcely more than a lacy band, boosted her generous tits and presented them like a tasty offering laid out on a platter. Like two irresistible cherries, her puckered areolae and distended nipples topped off the temptation.
Those tantalizing pebbles brushed against his thighs as she went down on him.
When the head nudged the back of her throat, she swallowed
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