punishment or pleasure part 1

Ordering Riki, we finally reached my room. I settled in the middle of the bed while she stood before me, her determined expression revealing that she was ready to be punished. "Well then, let's begin."

"Do you really want to go through with this? It will be brutal," I asked in a serious tone, wanting to ensure she understood the depth of what lay ahead.

"Yes, my lord," she replied, her voice steady, a hint of excitement threading through her words.

"Strip down to your lingerie," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Her eyes widened for a moment as the reality of the situation sank in. Slowly, she began to peel off her clothes, each layer falling away to reveal her enticing lingerie—a delicate black set adorned with intricate designs. The fabric clung to her curves, tantalizingly shielding her from complete nakedness and heightening the anticipation in the air.

Her C-cups perfectly complemented her body, enhancing her alluring figure. I could see how the delicate lace framed her breasts, drawing my gaze and igniting a hunger within me.

"Turn around," I instructed, and she obeyed without hesitation. Her bkack panties sank between the soft curves of her backside, accentuating the inviting roundness. The way her skin glistened under the dim light made her look even more enticing, and I couldn't help but find her back equally captivating.

Though I had played with her ass before, seeing her now felt like an invitation, as if her body were beckoning for my fingers to sink into its tempting softness. I savored the moment, letting the tension build.

"Come and lie down in front of me on your stomach," I commanded, relishing the control I held.

She turned around and moved onto the bed, completely complying as she prepared to lie down, her body radiating eagerness.

"Not like this," I said, stopping her from positioning her head towards me. "Turn around; your legs should be facing me."

She complied, shifting gracefully, a look of eager submission on her face that only fueled my desire further.

I began my exploration, my fingers gliding softly over her sole, eliciting an instinctive movement from her leg. "Don't move," I commanded, my voice low and firm.

Nagini clenched the bedsheet, letting out a soft, contemplative "hmm."

After a moment's pause, my fingers began their slow ascent, moving past her ankle and calf, savoring the silky texture of her skin. They journeyed higher, finally brushing against the delicate fabric of her panties. I could feel the heat radiating from beneath, the growing dampness igniting a fire within me that stirred with each tantalizing caress.

I shifted my gaze to her curves and delivered a sharp slap to her ass, the sound ringing out as it jiggled beneath my palm.

"Ahhh," she moaned, the line between pleasure and pain blurring in her response.

Grasping her firmly, my fingers sank into her softness, and I asked again, my voice a seductive whisper, "Should I continue?"

"Yes, Master. Please punish me," she replied, her voice laced with a mix of eagerness and apprehension.

Seeing her cooperative demeanor filled me with a rush of pleasure. Without hesitation, I delivered another slap, watching as her flesh jiggled in response, her voice breaking the silence with a soft gasp. I continued, each strike resonating through the room, a rhythmic echo of our shared intensity.

With each firm slap, her moans grew louder, filling the space around us with a symphony of desire. The sound of her pleasure lingered in the air, intensifying the electric connection between us.

As I paused, I could hear her heavy breaths, but instead of slowing down, they only fueled my desire for another round. Just as I was about to begin again, I noticed the evidence of her arousal—her wetness glistening near my leg. She had come .

Quickly, I removed her damp panties, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin.

"Does the pain turn you on?" I asked playfully, a smirk dancing across my lips.

"No, it just—" She started to respond, but before she could finish, I delivered another slap to her ass, this one more forceful than before.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, her voice thick with pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, punctuating my question with another sharp slap.

"You wanted me to slap you," I continued, the rhythm of my strikes relentless.

"You wanted the pain," I pressed on, delivering another slap, the sound echoing in the room.

With each question, I kept slapping her, the impact ringing out, denying her a moment to answer. Her moans filled the air, a mix of pleasure and urgency that ignited the atmosphere between us.

After the hundredth slap—I counted every one—I paused. Yes, a full hundred; her ass glowed red from the relentless strikes, a testament to our shared intensity.

She breathed heavily, her body trembling with the aftershocks of our play. Anticipation coursed through me, and I decided it was time for the next step.

"Let's move on. Transform into your lamia form," I commanded, my tone both firm and enticing.

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Author's pov

Should mc travel to got?