There was a smile ghosted, unconsciously, in the corners of the Commander’s mouth when the submissive pouted. It was a different expression on her, it struck him, a one she wouldn’t offer to him. Rather, one she shouldn’t.
He watched her closely as she undressed, noting how even smaller she appeared now – laid on his knee. It was too easy to fit his wrist around both of hers. Too easy to pin them on the small of her back. Valentine’s free hand moved down to part her thighs even further apart, making that feeling of vulnerability truly sink.
“Ready,” He said, more in way of a warning than to truly check in. The first hits that landed on the girl’s bottom hardly amounted to anything. Yet they rained down until Valentine was pleased with the well-warmed skin. Until rosiness blossomed to what wasn’t covered by her panties. From the corner of his eye, he kept attention gauging her headspace once the first few true smacks met her rear. His own reaction wasn’t lost on himself, but that Valentine could examine that later. Or not.
Lottie bit down on her lip as he parted her thighs. The feel of his solid legs below her body and her legs parted was not really helping stop her mind wandering where it really shouldn’t.
As his smacks began she had the thought that she really needed to control herself because a wet patch on her panties was going to be really…..she thought initially embarrassing but that wasn’t really it. In fact the more she thought about it the more she realised she wanted him to know how her body was reacting to it.
Suddenly the harder spanks began and she let out a gasp. Her ass was certainly warm now and that wonderful sting was beginning to build. “Don’t stop,” she moaned quickly followed by, “Oh fuck!” as a particularly hard hit landed on an already very red area.
Lottie's wild adventure 