Cali's Sexual Punishment

Tommy's been patient long enough. Cali's phone never stops buzzing, her deadlines swallow every hour, and he's left with a hard-on that won't quit. Tonight the work stops. He catches her in the kitchen, spins her around, and the punishment begins. He starts with the paddle. Each smack lands flat against her ass, sharp and quick, until her skin blooms red. She gasps but stays bent over the counter, latex dress pushed up past her hips. The flogger follows—leather tails whistling through the air before they lick across her thighs and shoulders. Every strike makes her shiver, makes her wetter. Clothespins come next. Tommy clips them along her nipples, down her stomach, across her inner thighs. The pinch draws little sounds from her throat. He flicks a few, watching her jolt, watching the pain twist straight into heat. He ties her wrists above her head, ankles spread, leaving her open. The flogger swings again, lighter this time, teasing between her legs until she's straining against the rope. When he pulls the clothespins off one by one, the rush of blood makes her moan louder than the strikes ever did. Later the headset goes on. You take Tommy's place. Cali's already shaking when you slide inside her, deep and steady. Every thrust knocks the breath from her lungs. She comes once, hard, then again when you don't slow down. The latex clings to her skin, her body jerks in the ropes, and she keeps coming until you decide she's done.