Jennifer's eyes locked onto mine, her lips curling into a teasing, submissive smirk. "How should you punish me, master?" she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of defiance and longing. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress, slowly inching it up her thighs, revealing the smooth, flawless skin beneath.
I didn't answer with words. Instead, I gripped her waist and yanked her over my lap. The first slap landed hard on her bare ass, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.
Jennifer gasped, her body jolting forward, her fingers clawing at the carpet. "Punish you?" I growled, my voice rough with command.
"By reminding you who owns this body, slave." My hand came down again, harder this time, leaving a pink imprint on her skin. Jennifer let out a sharp cry, her breath hitching as she arched her back, pushing herself into my touch.
"Please, Master!" she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and something darker—something that sounded like pleasure.
