Elena lounged in her velvet armchair, legs crossed, eyes flashing with challenge as Victoria entered the study. At twenty-four, Elena had hired the governess for structure, but her tone cut sharp. "So, you think a few rules will tame me? I've outwitted better than you, Victoria. Try me."
Victoria's smile was cool, predatory. "Discipline isn't a game, Elena. It's earned. Pants down, over my lap. Now."
Elena arched a brow but complied with defiant grace, strong and unyielding. Victoria peeled the fabric low, revealing the soft, full curve of her tushy. "My, what a tempting ass," she murmured, fingers tracing. "Already making me horny."
The first spank landed crisp. Elena gasped, then pushed her ass up defiantly. "Is that your best? My pussy's barely wet from that." More strikes followed, sharp and rhythmic, until tears pricked her eyes and her ass glowed red. She panted, sweating, yet her voice stayed witty. "Harder—prove you're not all talk."
Victoria's resolve hardened; arousal surged. The spanking ceased, and she kissed the tears away, cooing as she rubbed the heated flesh. "Such fire. But now we finish properly." Her hand slid lower, finding Elena's pussy dripping wet. Elena moaned, strong hands gripping Victoria's wrist. "Don't tease—make me come."
Victoria produced a strap-on, its cock hard and ready. Elena dropped to her knees with a smirk. "Blowjob first? Bold." She took it deep, tongue working until Victoria groaned. Then Elena climbed aboard, guiding the cock into her dripping pussy, riding with fierce rhythm. They moved together, panting, bodies slick with sweat. Victoria thrust harder, fingers teasing Elena's ass, until Elena came hard, cum slicking them both. Victoria followed, shuddering, their wit unbroken even in climax: "Next lesson? Your turn to discipline me."
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