08.Jan.21, 12:50 AM
Pendalier moved away from Esille as he gave her the directive. He walked languidly over to the basin of warm water that was always at the ready in his office and proceeded to wash his hands as his naughty little mistress mulled over her punishment. Part of it was making her decide what it would be and Pendalier relished the discomfort he gave her. He loved her, as much as Pen could love another human being, but sowing chaos inside her was something he enjoyed nearly as much as he did fucking her.
Drying his large hands, Pen chuckled quietly at her tentative and hoarse answer. As far as punishments went, it was rather tepid but the lord couldn't blame her for it. He turned to study her where she draped on his desk, the sight of her upturned cheeks pleasing to him and he walked near her while still drying his hands with the towel. He wiped her down when he reached her, sweeping the towel between her thighs before tossing it to the side. "Take off the rest of your clothes and choose," he told her as he stepped back, "Whether you want to be spanked on my lap or over the side of the desk."
He stood patiently as he waited for her to comply, his shaft partially erect still and his pants riding low on his hips. It didn't matter to him which way she chose, she would still be punished and he would still ride her again but that sweet pleasure at the chaos created when decisions were placed on her drove him on.
Drying his large hands, Pen chuckled quietly at her tentative and hoarse answer. As far as punishments went, it was rather tepid but the lord couldn't blame her for it. He turned to study her where she draped on his desk, the sight of her upturned cheeks pleasing to him and he walked near her while still drying his hands with the towel. He wiped her down when he reached her, sweeping the towel between her thighs before tossing it to the side. "Take off the rest of your clothes and choose," he told her as he stepped back, "Whether you want to be spanked on my lap or over the side of the desk."
He stood patiently as he waited for her to comply, his shaft partially erect still and his pants riding low on his hips. It didn't matter to him which way she chose, she would still be punished and he would still ride her again but that sweet pleasure at the chaos created when decisions were placed on her drove him on.