“Right after dinner?” I ask, swallowing a gulp. “Not at bedtime, like usual?”
“No, we need more time and I don’t want to be up all night,” he grumps. “I have to make you climax until you can’t remember why you thought licking my seed was a good idea. Only the Twelve Gods know how many times that will take.”
“What!?” I gasp, dropping my fork. It hits my plate with a clatter that makes me jump.
“It’ll be better for you if I do it with my tongue,” he responds matter-of-factly, sipping his grog. “You’ll be too sore if I use my finger to make you come that many times.”
“Remember how I said you should warn me before something like this?” I whimper, looking down at my food. “You didn’t let me take a big bite of fire bread. You could have warned me what would happen if I… if it got in my mouth.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what you can and can’t lick,” he huffs. “Do I have to tell you not to lick the walls and the paintings?”
“No,” I say hesitantly. “But I didn’t know. I’m sorry if I made you angry.”
“If it had made me angry, you would certainly know it,” he grumbles, eating some of his dinner. “But since you need awarning, I’ll make sure you know not to lick things without asking first before I’m done spanking you tonight.”
My bottom twitches with concern. This may end up being more of a punishment spanking than I realized. But I’m aroused. I’m wet. Now I know why. Not because I’ve been thinking about touching him, like I thought. It’s because I’m the stupid little human girl who decided to lick orc seed off my fingers. I guess I actuallydeservethis spanking.
I don’t press for more conversation while we eat. He finishes first, collects his grog, and leaves the dining hall. I assume he’s headed to his bedchamber, since he said I’m getting spanked right after dinner. I shouldn’t keep him waiting since I’m already in enough trouble.
After clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen, I walk down the long hallway to his bedchamber. I’m not surprised when the door opens and I find him waiting for me. He’s seated on the foot of the bed, and his loincloth is already tented. Time for me to squirm.
“Take off your dress,” he says, gesturing to the pile of dirty clothes. “And whatever you’re wearing underneath it.”
So, he does notice my dress, just not the way I hoped. I guess it doesn’t matter if he finds me attractive. I’m his to do with as he pleases.
But his command makes my panties dampen even more. Is that because I tasted his release, or something else? I don’t have time to dwell on it. I’m trapped in his dark stare, fingers already moving to the zipper.
My dress hits the floor first. I kick it toward the pile. His eyes roam across my exposed skin, and he stares at my breasts whileI remove my bra. The attention makes my nipples harden. Once again, I’m not sure if it’s a natural reaction or the result of tasting him. I remove my shoes, then my panties, feeling a trickle of arousal run down my inner thigh once I’m naked. I rub my legs together to stop it.
“Right here, little human girl,” he says in a mocking croon, patting his thigh. “You should know this position well by now.”
A shameful truth. This is the third time I’ve been over his knee, but the first time I’ve beenthisaroused. I shuffle toward him, letting out a whine when he pulls me into his lap. I squirm a little as he adjusts me, feeling his cock against my hip.
“Tell me why you’re being punished,” his voice vibrates against my skin as he holds me in place with one heavy hand, the other settling on my bare ass, the warmth making my core clench with anticipation.
“For… for tasting your… tasting you,” I stammer.
“For eating orc jizz,” he snaps vulgarly. “That’s what you did. Say it.”
“I’m getting spanked because… because I ate orc…jizz,” I mewl, not used to the crude term.
“Badlittle human girl,” he says it like I’m a naughty little child, raises his hand, and brings it down hard on my ass.
“Oooo!” I squeal, squirming and kicking my feet as more spanks land on my exposed skin.
This is definitely not as playful as the last spanking I got. I was able to talk him out of finishing that one. All I had to do was promise to squirm. I don’t think my promises are going to do much good this time, because I’m thrashing like crazy, the speedand firmness of the slaps ensuring I never get a chance to stop wiggling.
“I’m sorry!” I cry. “I won’t do it again! I didn’t know.”
“You won’t have to worry about it again,” he growls, peppering my bottom with harder smacks. “That’s the last time you will touch me.”
“Aaaiiiyyy!” I cry out. I should probably just accept it. Take my spanking like a good little human girl, rather than arguing. I just can’t help myself, because I enjoyed being able to help him. Enjoyed it even more than tasting his release. “But why? Is it really that bad? I thought you liked it…”
“Doesn’t matter if I liked it,” he snarls, delivering a flurry of stinging slaps right on my sit spots, over and over in the same two places, that keep me squirming against his erection. “I can manage my needs without your help. I handled them for a really long time before you showed up.”
“It wasn’t better for you when I did it?” I whimper, tears rolling down my cheeks.
His hand pauses in the air for a moment. I wait for it to fall, but all I feel is a few twitches against my hip. Just when I dare to take a breath, thinking it’s over, he resumes the spanking, slapping the creases where my bottom meets my thighs.