[ each time his hand comes down, she jumps—not quite so noticeable as at the start, but given she's still splayed over his lap, he'll be able to feel the way everything tenses even as he kisses her. he'll be able to see the way her toes curl as she tries to tamp down on the bubbling feeling of shame.
really. grown woman like her, prostrate over a man's lap? being spanked?
closes her eyes, presses her forehead to the sheets. long, steadying breath in and out. around Sholmes' shin, her tail ripples, not quite squeezing. the sound of her breathing slowly evens out, but it culminates in a low growl. ]
No good. [ it's a hurdle she can't seem to make it over: ] Be gentler.
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really. grown woman like her, prostrate over a man's lap? being spanked?
closes her eyes, presses her forehead to the sheets. long, steadying breath in and out. around Sholmes' shin, her tail ripples, not quite squeezing. the sound of her breathing slowly evens out, but it culminates in a low growl. ]
No good. [ it's a hurdle she can't seem to make it over: ] Be gentler.