Lenna being in charge

Lenna spots that familiar fire in Keira's eyes. The girl gets off on pushing every button until her top snaps, and this morning she has pushed them all. Lenna clips the collar shut with a sharp click and yanks Keira down across her lap. One hand pins the back of her neck, the other brings the strap down in clean, steady strokes that leave bright lines across her ass. Keira yelps, then moans, hips twitching like she wants more instead of less. Lenna keeps the rhythm cruel and exact, punishing her until the writhing turns into genuine struggle. Only when Keira is breathing hard and properly cowed does Lenna shove her to her knees. She steps forward, guiding Keira's mouth onto her cock with a firm grip in her hair. Keira takes it deep, tears still streaking her cheeks, grateful for even this much mercy after the whipping. Lenna holds her there, setting the pace until the lesson sticks.