11.Jan.21, 10:23 PM
There was the tiniest bit of disappointment that she couldn't just skip ahead to the next round, but Esille took it in stride as she walked over to Pendalier. She was not at all surprised that he would want a good view, he watched her often enough for that to be apparent, and it always made her smile to know how much he obviously enjoyed what he saw.
She didn't so much move onto his lap as she let him move her, and once in position she settled down comfortably as she waited for the punishment to start. The gentle circles he drew with his palm made her almost anxious as she kept waiting for that first strike. Esille jumped when it finally came, gasping in surprise at the sting. The first one always made her jump, always made her gasp even though it was never the one that hurt the most. The gentle touch that followed sent a shiver down her spine as her voice melted into a soft whimper.
The feel of his erection pressed underneath her was a nice distracting promise of more fun to come, and Esille kept that in her mind as another fresh sting bloomed on her backside. She hissed softly, the pain building up on the previous slap. She could tolerate more, but she was still glad when Pendalier asked if that had been enough. Especially with that voice and all of the extra promise it held. She nodded, her voice soft and breathy as she answered him, "Yes, Pen. I won't disobey anymore."
Esille shifted her weight, squirming ever so slightly on top of the erection pinned beneath her, but she did not get up. Not yet. She didn't want to fall into a trap of doing anything before Pendalier was ready.
She didn't so much move onto his lap as she let him move her, and once in position she settled down comfortably as she waited for the punishment to start. The gentle circles he drew with his palm made her almost anxious as she kept waiting for that first strike. Esille jumped when it finally came, gasping in surprise at the sting. The first one always made her jump, always made her gasp even though it was never the one that hurt the most. The gentle touch that followed sent a shiver down her spine as her voice melted into a soft whimper.
The feel of his erection pressed underneath her was a nice distracting promise of more fun to come, and Esille kept that in her mind as another fresh sting bloomed on her backside. She hissed softly, the pain building up on the previous slap. She could tolerate more, but she was still glad when Pendalier asked if that had been enough. Especially with that voice and all of the extra promise it held. She nodded, her voice soft and breathy as she answered him, "Yes, Pen. I won't disobey anymore."
Esille shifted her weight, squirming ever so slightly on top of the erection pinned beneath her, but she did not get up. Not yet. She didn't want to fall into a trap of doing anything before Pendalier was ready.