Noon_Shadow
Corrupting Influence
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He ginned, and then stepped closer, his eyes blatantly admiring the witch as he closed in on her. Her nipples hard enough to shot through the dress, and the slight tremble of nervousness in her step. He nodded. And then his hand back-handed her across the face.
"I'm here, Sir, isn't that right?" He growled at her slightly as he pushed her up against the wall. He was watching her eyes, now, seeing how they reacted to him. His hand reached down to her thighs, and began to slightly slide beneath her dress, caressing the soft skin. He kept his eyes cold, but with the obvious heat lurking just behind, the promise of cruel and lustful intentions looming. His fingers reached up and brushed against the crotch of her panties, already very wet for him. His voice dropped down, very soft.
"You do want to be a good little slut, don't you? But you aren't yet, it would seem. So there are lessons to be learned. We'll have to go hard to get you caught up, since you're clearly so far behind."
A squeeze of her sex beneath her dress with his rough hand, and then his hand other hand was on her neck again, dragging her bodily toward the desk in the corner. He very quickly bent her over it and then hiked up her dress, baring her ass to the room. He didn't bother that the door was open, and the sounds would echo up into the main pool area. He didn't care who might hear. He was growling commands, now. "Hands out. Grip the opposite edge of the desk, and do not let go for any reason, slut."
He scooped up the crop that he'd already pulled out in case of a need for extra discipline. He pressed the tip of it into the crack of her ass as she remained bent over, studying her. "Now, my very BAD little slut, you will say, 'Thank you, SIR,' after each strike, won't you? Hopefully ten lashes against your slutty ass will drive the message home."
And just like that, he cracked it against her ass, hard enough to leave a little red welt on her. He waited on her to respond, and struck out. Again. And again. Leaving red marks against her ass. After the ninth strike, he suddenly brought it down on her hand, gripping the edge of the table. He laughed as her grip on the desk faltered. "Oh, did you let go? But I thought you wanted to be a good little slut who gets to cum. What is it that you are, hmm? We'll have to start over, until we get to ten."
The grin on his face was devious. He was at his most sadistic now, the most ridiculously, wickedly charged he could get. He wasn't sure what had pushed him here, but more's the pit, he would take it out on the poor witch. And if she was what she claimed to be...she would love it. He began again. Lashing her ass. Waiting on her response. "Good little slut," he said, after each, "Thank you Sir," and finally finished administering her punishment. He smiled and admired his handiwork.
"A good start. Now strip. Quick quick. All of it."
"I'm here, Sir, isn't that right?" He growled at her slightly as he pushed her up against the wall. He was watching her eyes, now, seeing how they reacted to him. His hand reached down to her thighs, and began to slightly slide beneath her dress, caressing the soft skin. He kept his eyes cold, but with the obvious heat lurking just behind, the promise of cruel and lustful intentions looming. His fingers reached up and brushed against the crotch of her panties, already very wet for him. His voice dropped down, very soft.
"You do want to be a good little slut, don't you? But you aren't yet, it would seem. So there are lessons to be learned. We'll have to go hard to get you caught up, since you're clearly so far behind."
A squeeze of her sex beneath her dress with his rough hand, and then his hand other hand was on her neck again, dragging her bodily toward the desk in the corner. He very quickly bent her over it and then hiked up her dress, baring her ass to the room. He didn't bother that the door was open, and the sounds would echo up into the main pool area. He didn't care who might hear. He was growling commands, now. "Hands out. Grip the opposite edge of the desk, and do not let go for any reason, slut."
He scooped up the crop that he'd already pulled out in case of a need for extra discipline. He pressed the tip of it into the crack of her ass as she remained bent over, studying her. "Now, my very BAD little slut, you will say, 'Thank you, SIR,' after each strike, won't you? Hopefully ten lashes against your slutty ass will drive the message home."
And just like that, he cracked it against her ass, hard enough to leave a little red welt on her. He waited on her to respond, and struck out. Again. And again. Leaving red marks against her ass. After the ninth strike, he suddenly brought it down on her hand, gripping the edge of the table. He laughed as her grip on the desk faltered. "Oh, did you let go? But I thought you wanted to be a good little slut who gets to cum. What is it that you are, hmm? We'll have to start over, until we get to ten."
The grin on his face was devious. He was at his most sadistic now, the most ridiculously, wickedly charged he could get. He wasn't sure what had pushed him here, but more's the pit, he would take it out on the poor witch. And if she was what she claimed to be...she would love it. He began again. Lashing her ass. Waiting on her response. "Good little slut," he said, after each, "Thank you Sir," and finally finished administering her punishment. He smiled and admired his handiwork.
"A good start. Now strip. Quick quick. All of it."