Plugged And Punished

Peyton caught Nadia leaving again, even after the grounding. The look in Peyton’s eyes said enough. She told Nadia to get over her knee. When the panties came down, the surprise hit her hard: a slick, black plug buried between Nadia’s cheeks, gleaming like it had no right to be there. Peyton’s hand froze for a second, then the first strike landed with a flat, angry clap that made the plug jostle inside Nadia. Heat flushed up Peyton’s neck. Every slap after that came faster, harder. The sight of the little black base flexing as skin reddened was filthy and perfect. Sweat beaded above Peyton’s lip. Nadia bit down on a moan, hips rolling into the sting instead of away from it. Both breathing quick now, anger bleeding into something darker, wetter. The next slap was slower, fingers spreading over the hot flesh like she meant to leave prints. When the plug gave the slightest twitch under her touch, Peyton felt herself get soaked through her jeans. Nadia’s thighs parted just enough to show how slick she’d become from the punishment. The air in the room smelled thick with want. Neither woman spoke. They didn’t have to. Every next breath promised the line had been crossed, and both were already sliding the rest of the way over.