My phone buzzed with her message just as I left work: 'You're getting spanked the second you get home.' I smirked, already feeling the heat rise, knowing Lena never bluffed. When I walked through the door, she was waiting in her silk robe, eyes sparkling with that sharp, commanding wit. 'Took you long enough,' she said, pulling me close. 'Pants down. Now.' As she yanked them off, her gaze locked on my huge cock, already hard and throbbing. 'Well, well,' she purred, 'someone's eager to learn his lesson.'
She guided me over her lap with effortless strength, her hand firm on my ass. 'This is for that smart mouth earlier,' she teased, landing the first stinging spank. I gasped, but she wasn't done, her voice dripping with playful authority. 'Count them, or I'll make it worse.' The rhythm built, each slap making me hornier, my cock pressing against her thigh. 'You're sweating already,' she noted with a laugh, 'and I haven't even started properly.'
After the spanking, she flipped me over, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock for the best handjob I'd ever felt. 'Look how wet this makes me,' she whispered, guiding my hand to her dripping pussy as she stroked. 'But no blowjob yet—you haven't earned it.' Her pace quickened, witty barbs flying between us: 'Think you can handle this without coming too fast?' Panting, I tried to retort but failed as pleasure built.
I came hard, cum spilling over her hand while she grinned triumphantly. 'Good boy,' she said, but then reached for the belt. 'Time for round two—to really learn your lesson.' The leather cracked against my ass, sharp and deliberate, leaving me aching and aroused all over again. Lena stood tall, robe slipping to reveal more, her dominance unshaken.
As I caught my breath, she leaned in close. 'Rest up—the next chapters will involve that blowjob you keep hinting at, and so much more.'
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