Page 38 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

Scarecrow couldn’t catch his breath, nor could he seem to find words.

“What? I never—How did you? Who taught you? Shit, Indy! Shit!”

I smiled, sitting back on my knees as I leisurely pulled my shirt over my head. I used it to wipe up the cum that had spilled onto my face and chest and then tossed it aside.

Next, I rose to my feet, slipping off my ankle boots as Scarecrow watched his one-man striptease. My pink pants ended up somewhere near the pool table as I bent over a chair to take off my socks. Shoving my ass in the air, I wriggled it about a little, making sure that he got a good view.

I was about to flip around when I felt his huge hands grab my hips.

“This ass,” his growl sent shivers up my spine.

I felt his hands slip beneath my grey silk panties as he stroked the globes of my ass.

“So perfect,” he murmured slipping my panties over my hips and down my thighs. “And all mine.”

I looked at him teasingly over my shoulder, “I had thought it belonged to me.”

His eyes darkened, “Then you are mistaken.”

He turned me around and unhooked my bra. He had removed his other clothing, so we stood face to face without a stitch of clothing on.

“It is dangerous to approach me when I am in that state, Indy,” his voice was gravelly.

I didn’t pretend to misunderstand, “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

He cocked his head to the side considering, “No,” he said finally. “You know that I wouldn’t. But you put yourself in harm's way. And for that, you must be punished.”

I raised a brow, “Punished?”

“Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?”

His voice felt like velvet against my skin.

I cleared my throat, “Yes, I can take whatever you dish out.”

He grabbed the chair and sat upon it. Then he pointed to his lap, “Lay down. You can grab the chair legs on the side if you need support.”

I eyed him warily. Evidently, he was going to spank me, and I wasn’t sure I was all about it.

Knowing that I could stop this if I really wanted to, I draped myself over his lap feeling somewhat foolish.

“I am going to strike you ten times, and I want you to thank me each time. If you forget to count or to thank me, we will start again. Do you understand?”

I nodded, but he must not have seen it because he repeated himself.

“Yes, I understand.”

His warm hand caressed my backside, “Yes, Sir,” he corrected.

I flushed, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

A stinging slap came down against my right ass cheek, and I gasped in surprise. I suppose that I hadn’t expected it to hurt. But my skin was stinging and felt like it was on fire.

“Indy?” he growled.

“What?” I squeaked.

Another smack came down on my left ass cheek, and I couldn’t contain the yelp that escaped my lips.

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