Page 15 of Fresh Flesh

Mlarx

I’m taken aback completelyby the sudden kiss that Maisie gives me. For a moment, I stiffen up, my hands rising as if to grab her and forcefully shove her away.

Then my traitorous body responds, my cock twitching as it engorges with blood. I still grab her arms tightly, but only so I can take over the kiss. I push my tongue into her mouth, deeply exploring her oral cavity, conquering it, owning it.

Maisie loves every moment of it. She moans into my mouth, her body melting against my own. My heart thuds in my chest like a mighty drumbeat. I’ve been fighting my urges regarding this little delicacy for what seems like forever.

Now that I’m no longer fighting back, my body seems to want to make up for lost time. But I still must attend to some semblance of my duty.

She must be punished for her impertinence.

I reach up and grab a handful of hair near her scalp. She only gets more into the kiss, wrapping one of her legs around the back of my thigh.

I pull her away from me by the hair and hold her at arm’s length.

“Enough,” I growl. “You have indeed shown me that you might be worth keeping around a little longer, girl. But you must be punished for your impertinence.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks. Not in an accusatory or even a frightened way. In an anticipatory way.

“I think perhaps you should be spanked,” I growl.

“Okay,” she says a little bit too eagerly.

I shove her head down until she’s bending over at the waist.

“Grab your ankles, and do not let go.”

“Yes, Mlarx,” she says. “Whatever you want.”

She grabs hold of her ankles and hangs on. I reach up and grab the hem of the small shorts she wears around the house and yank until they stretch out between her knees. The instant her ass is exposed, I get a big whiff of her aroused pussy. The smell is intoxicating, and I find that my cock is so erect it’s almost painful.

I caress her rounded bottom, both cheeks, marveling at how soft her scaleless skin is. I have a feeling that no matter how many times I touch her, I’ll never get used to it.

Only after she’s properly disciplined, of course.

I slap my palm across her cheek, hard enough to sting. She cries out, a deep guttural groan that doesn’t sound like she’s hurting, though I know it had to a little bit.

“Count, little delicacy,” I growl. “How else am I to know when your punishment is at end?”

“One,” she says “thank you, sir.”

“You’re thanking me?”

“You’re kind enough to discipline me, sir,” she replies with a bit of a teasing tone.

I slap her ass again, making it dance, leaving a red indentation of my hand. She cries out more sharply, but doesn’t forget to thank me for it.

“Two,” she gasps. “Thank you, sir.”

I spank her again, but my fingers seem to want to roam. I glide them over to the edge of her rounded left cheek and then grasp firmly. She moans as I pull her cheeks apart, revealing her pussy and tight little asshole.

My fingers caress her quivering pussy lips, and they come away wet.

“Why is your pussy wet?” I demand.

“I guess I like you touching me, sir,” she replies.

“Even if I’m spanking you?” I demand.

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