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She whines, her knees going weak. Her hands reach for my shoulders, holding on as I tease her pussy.
“Let’s get the truth out of you. Whose idea was it to sneak out? Yours or Freya’s?”
“Mine,” she whispers.
“Doubt it.” I thrust two fingers into her at once.
Her eyes close, her head lolling back. Fingertips dig into my shoulders as she gasps. I fuck her with my fingers, in and out, in and out. Her grip on me tightens. She gets wetter as she gasps for breath. “Callum?—”
“And ye went to the clubs, didn’t ye?”
“Aye,” she confesses, hanging on to me, desperate. “We did.”
“And did ye dance with any men?”
Her eyes pop open, shaking her head. “No! Just the girls.”
The one truth I needed to hear.
"After I spank you, I'm going to punish you here." I move my fingers, stroking the velvet walls inside her.
She gives a small whimper. "With...what?"
I press my growing erection against her body. “I think you know with what.”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine, wide with shock. “But…I’m a virgin.”
“After tonight, you won’t be. Your virginity will be another part of you that belongs to me.” With my fingers filling her, finally, I let the pad of my thumb swipe over her clit.
“Oh! Callum!” She gives a hard shudder.
"Ask me for your spanking," I demand. “If you want to come.”
My fingers find a nice rhythm, entering and pulling out of her as my thumb massages her greedy wee clit.
“I want to come,” she moans. “I need to come.”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
"I've been bad. Please, spank me," she says, wiggling her hips in anticipation. “Punish me if you must.”
I pull my hand away.
Gasping and panting, her eyes pop open, her mouth dropping wide. Her hands fall from my shoulders, flailing at her sides. “I thought…”
“If you take your punishment well, you will come. Now, go to the office.”
She starts to pull her panties up.
My hand shoots out, stopping her. “Leave them.”
Her face heats with shame.
I walk behind her so I can enjoy the sight of her shuffling barefoot, her movements awkward, with the red panties still wrapped around the tops of her thighs.
Lucky for her, she doesn’t have far to go.
My office door is on the right and already open. She steps inside, hovering in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next.
