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A good spanking
Leslie's whole body was shaking. Any
second, her feet wouldd slip out from under her, and she'd collapse
onto Kara's lap. She pulled against the cuffs, clattering them
against the bar under Kara's chair.
“Come on,” Kara said. “Drop on
down and take your fucking punishment.”
Kara reached up and gently tickled her
stomach with one hand, just a gentle little touch. She bit her lip,
stifled a laugh, but didn't move. Didn't fall.
Finally, Kara got fed up. “Fuck
this.” One kick of a boot, and she collapsed into Kara's lap,
letting out a blast of air as her skin hit the flight suit. Kara
laughed at her, then pinched her ass.
“I should just tie you here,” she
said, rubbing a hand over Leslie's bare ass. “Better to have you
here, where you belong. Don't you think?”
Leslie pulled against the cuffs, made
an angry noise into the duct tape over her mouth.
Kara laughed and gave Leslie's ass a
light smack. Then she rolled her neck, cracking it loudly. “What
did you even do?” She asked. “I don't remember. I should probably
just let you go.”
She leaned down and made eye contact
with Leslie. “Don't you think?”
Then she laughed and gave another
smack. “Well, if you're not going to say anything, I guess I should
just get on with it.”
Kara leaned back and waited for Leslie
to turn towards her. Leslie shook the hair out of her eyes and looked
up in time to see Kara giving her own palm a long lick. She smirked
down at Leslie, then took a swing.
Leslie jumped and yelped into the
tape. Her yelp was nowhere near as loud as the sound of Kara's wet
skin slapping against Leslie's ass. She took another swing, then
another, smacking quickly, laughing as Leslie twitched over and over.
Her right hand yanked Leslie's head up
by the hair and gave her another spanking.
“I don't ask for much,” Kara said,
slicing her hand sideways, just clipping the skin of Leslie's ass. “I
just wanted my rack clean and tidy, my dress boots neat and shiny.”
She clipped back, leaving a nice pink mass of sting behind. “It's
not that much, is it?”
Leslie mumbled into the duct tape.
Kara gave her hair another yank. “I'm not talking to you,” she
said, giving another smack.
She kept hitting, pulling her hand
back at the last second. The impact was minor, but it made Leslie's
ass sting, turned her nerves raw, made her whimper with each hit.
“I go off on a simple patrol.
Everyone knows how long I'll be. Three hours, plenty of time to make
sure everything is the way I want it to be when I get home. Even an
idiot could have done it. But I get back, and what do I find?”
She slapped down hard, her fingers
spread wide, hitting like a paddle against Leslie's burning ass.
Kara shook her head and took another
hard strike down. Leslie's skin burned, and the impact vibrated up
her body. “I get back, and you're still right where I left you.”
She made a chiding sound. “Still handcuffed to the chair, still
naked. And my rack is just as messy as it was when I left.” She
sighed, then grunted as she swung her hand down as hard as she could,
leaving a nice five fingered print behind.
“I guess I should know better,”
she said. She rubbed Leslie's burning ass, gently and slowly, knowing
that the slightest touch would burn with Leslie's nerves already so
enflamed. “Why would you be smart enough to unlock yourself? Why
would you even try? Why wouldn't you check and see that the key was
right there, on my pillow, the whole time? For fuck's sake, woman.”
She gave another whip lash strike, pulling her hand back just an
instant before impact, knowing that the snap against the skin would
feel like a knife.
“I think you're lazy. Or maybe you
just wanted to get punished.” She went back to rubbing, pinching
every so often to make Leslie whimper. “Or maybe you thought I
wouldn't notice. Or that I'd approve of you staying how I left you.
Was that it?” She grabbed Leslie's hair and yanked her up, looked
her hard in the eye. “Did you think I'd reward you for being
obedient? Maybe I wouldn't care that my rack was a mess. Maybe I'd
just let you climb in there with me, have some nice soft snuggle
time, take a nap together?” She pushed Leslie's head down and
slapped her ass half a dozen times in rapid succession. “Is that
what you thought?” she asked.
She dragged her nails over Leslie's
burning skin, not putting that much pressure, but knowing from
Leslie's writhing and whimpering that it felt like she was digging
deep into the girl's flesh. Kara smiled and kept scratching for a
little while, until she felt Leslie start to sob from the pain. Then
she went back to the gentle rubbing, the kindness that made the
cruelty that much worse.
“When I give you an order,” she
said, “you fucking do it. I don't care if you don't think you can.
You find a way. If I order you to jump and not come down, you do what
I say. My orders are more important than gravity. More important than
anything.” She grabbed Leslie's hair again, yanked up until
Leslie's back arched, until her shoulders strained and the cuffs dug
into her wrists. “Do you understand?”
Leslie looked at her with a mix of
pain, terror, and love. She nodded. Kara bent over and planted a kiss
on the duct tape, right over Leslie's mouth. Then she let her drop
again. She bucked her hips, knocking Leslie awkwardly to the floor.
“Good girl,” she said.
Leslie looked up at her, hands still
cuffed to the chair. She was sprawled out, completely naked, in front
of Kara, and she seemed to be trying to keep her ass from touching
anything at all. Like she'd stop it from touching air if she could.
Kara smiled and unzipped her flight
suit. She smirked as she saw Leslie's eyes follow the zipper down.
Her eyes sparkled as she saw the way Leslie reacted to Kara being
completely nude beneath the flight suit. She chuckled as the zipper
went all the way down. Pulled her arm out of the sleeves, wriggled
the legs down just a little bit.
She moved her legs apart, then leaned
forward and put her elbows on her thighs. Looked down at Leslie.
She reached down and unceremoniously
tore the tape off Leslie's face. Leslie moved up to her knees, and
Kara grabbed her by the throat. Pulled her close. Their lips pressed
together, soft and sensual, and Kara kissed her. Her tongue slid in
to Leslie's mouth tentatively, as if asking permission. Leslie moaned
and melted into Kara, not caring about the hand around her neck, not
caring about the handcuffs, just lost in Kara's gentle kiss. She
closed her eyes and kissed back with all the passion she could. She
barely noticed the floor beneath her bare knees, the strain of
holding her arms at a weird angle, or even the pain from her
spanking. She focused entirely on Kara's pouty lips, on the feel of
her tongue over Kara's teeth, on the lash of Kara's tongue as she
forced it more directly into Leslie's mouth. She floated on the
pleasure of the kiss, her breath shallow.
Kara broke the kiss first, finally,
and they both gasped for air. They both made happy noises, both
moaned in pleasure.
Then Kara squeezed her hand, and
Leslie's eyes snapped back into focus.
“Now then,” Kara said, clearing
her throat. “Let's give that tongue more of a workout. Get your
fucking head between my legs,” she dropped her hand from Leslie's
neck, letting it trail down the girl's soft skin. “Make me cum,”
she said. “Then thank me for the opportunity.”
She smiled at Leslie. Leslie grinned
back, then adjusted her stance, moving around her arms, and put her
mouth between Kara's legs, nibbled the side of her leg. Then she slid
her tongue along, curled it, and felt the shiver go through Kara's
body.
“Fucking hell,” Kara said. She
laughed, put her hand on Leslie's head, gently rubbing over her hair.
“I forgive you,” Kara said. Leslie
gave her another lick.
“What was I mad about, anyway?”
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