Perhaps someone with half the determination as Satsuki would find comfort in that fleeting moment of tenderness, but not her. It only feeds the growing anger in chest, his gentle caress reminding her leaps and bounds of the humiliation she had just suffered. Treating her as if she was a child in need of spankings to correct such rowdy behavior.
And that title. Slave.
There would be no mercy for this man once she was free, but he was yet determined not to allow her a chance to find her way out.
Having got his second win and after throwing a bit more salt on her wounds, he starts at it again. Striking her again and again, the heavy slap of skin on skin filling the office in a matter of seconds.
And for a time, that was the only sound to be heard. Satsuki, it seem, was eager to prove the strength of her iron will to this man who claimed himself as her master. Grinding her teeth as she pushed back her would be cries, clawing at the edges of the wooden desk to distract herself from the constant stinging of her ass and the growing damp heat of her pussy. But as seconds drew out into minutes and he showed no signs of stopping, at some point it became impossible. One weak whimper was all it take for the flood gates to open, and she screamed.
Despite herself, she screamed as he hit her again and again, legs shaking as a thick torrent of arousal poured down her inner thighs and splattered each time his hand connected with her body. "S-stop it! Stop it...right now!!"
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Date: 2022-09-21 07:49 am (UTC)And that title. Slave.
There would be no mercy for this man once she was free, but he was yet determined not to allow her a chance to find her way out.
Having got his second win and after throwing a bit more salt on her wounds, he starts at it again. Striking her again and again, the heavy slap of skin on skin filling the office in a matter of seconds.
And for a time, that was the only sound to be heard. Satsuki, it seem, was eager to prove the strength of her iron will to this man who claimed himself as her master. Grinding her teeth as she pushed back her would be cries, clawing at the edges of the wooden desk to distract herself from the constant stinging of her ass and the growing damp heat of her pussy. But as seconds drew out into minutes and he showed no signs of stopping, at some point it became impossible. One weak whimper was all it take for the flood gates to open, and she screamed.
Despite herself, she screamed as he hit her again and again, legs shaking as a thick torrent of arousal poured down her inner thighs and splattered each time his hand connected with her body. "S-stop it! Stop it...right now!!"