Cumming from being punished.

Chapter 2

Tessa’s POV

The loud knocking on my door forced my eyes open. “Tessa, come downstairs for dinner!” My mom’s voice echoed through the door.

“Coming, Mom,” I murmured. I wiped my eyes before rising to my feet. I quickly walked into the restroom, showered, and changed into a short skirt and a revealing top that generously exposed my cleavage.

As soon as I reached the dining table, my mom had almost finished her meal. “Oh, you’re here,” she said, jerking her head toward me as I sat across from her.

I smiled briefly. “I will have a night shift today. If you need anything, ask your dad, okay?” she said, making me roll my eyes.

“Spare me, Mom. I can take care of myself, I'm not a teenager,” I murmured as I stuffed a pancake into my mouth.

She sighed. “Whatever. I am leaving now.” She rose. I watched her kiss him. 

I could see he wanted more, but she resisted, and that caught my attention. I wondered how barren his nights must feel.

With the way my mom remained constantly busy, I doubted he ever found real satisfaction. “Bye, Mom,” I waved as she sauntered out.

Silence blanketed the dining table. “So I need your help,” I blurted suddenly. 

Sebastian turned to me and stared deep into my eyes.

“You are not a child. You will figure it out.” My jaw dropped. Wow, he had thrown my own words back at me.

I slammed my cutlery on the table. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t help,” I said.

He sighed. “What do you want?” The moment the question left his lips, a smile bloomed on my face.

“What do you think I want?” I slid a finger between my lips and leaned closer, deliberately displaying my exposed breasts.

He cleared his throat. “I will get you more food.” Before I could respond, he stood and headed to the kitchen.

A scoff escaped my lips as I followed him. “You don’t get to decide for me, okay?” I snapped, glaring at him.

“I don’t have time for this. Since you don’t need anything, goodnight,” he said. He tried to leave, but I blocked his path.

“You didn’t even want to hear what I have to say,” I replied with a pout. He paused and studied me, checking whether this was another one of my games.

“Please...” I whispered, leaning closer.

“I just want you to help me, but I can help you too,” I murmured. 

His eyes darkened as though he finally grasped my true intention. Before he could pull away, my hand settled on his throbbing erection.

I chuckled slowly. “So you’re hard. Why don’t you help me and I'll help you too?” I offered, but he shook his head.

“This is not right. We shouldn’t be doing this,” he breathed. I almost rolled my eyes.

“Why? You don’t find me attractive?” I caught his hand as he tried to remove mine from his cock.

“You’re like a daughter to me.”

“I’m not your daughter!” I cut straight to the point. He looked stunned.

“Why do you like making things so difficult for yourself?” This time anger flared at me for his slowness. 

How could anyone play so innocent when desire clearly burned inside him?

His lips parted to speak, but I beat him to it. “You don’t have to say anything. I am inviting my boyfriend over, and don’t even think I won’t do it anywhere I please!” I declared.

I moved to leave, but he blocked my path. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his jaw tightening.

I raised one eyebrow. “Why? How does that affect you? At least I am not a coward who runs from what she wants!” The moment the words left my lips, regret hit me for calling him a coward, but he had pushed me to it. He shouldn’t blame me.

“What did you say?” he asked. His gaze burned with dark intensity. I swallowed.

Gathering my courage, I began, “I would go...”

“Fuck you!” he cut me off as he crushed his lips against mine. His hand gripped the back of my head, fisting my hair as he drove his tongue into my mouth, devouring my lips with fierce hunger.

I gasped and leaned into him. My hand slid to his neck, pulling him closer as I returned the kiss with matching intensity.

In a blink, he broke the kiss and spun me around so my back pressed against him. My hands gripped the counter. The next thing I felt was a sharp slap across my ass.

My body jolted. “Arghhh!” I bit down hard on my lip.

His palm massaged the stinging flesh as if trying to soothe the burn before he delivered another firm spank. “This is for being disrespectful.”

My fingers curled into fists. When the next one landed, he continued, “This is for teasing me and being such a naughty girl.” The harder the strikes, the more my pussy gushed out juices. 

I arched my hips, silently begging him to go harder, and he did. The next smack made me spread my legs wider as a sharp cry escaped my throat. “Awchh... Fuvkkkk!!”

Another landed again, this time my lips parted as saliva dripped free, my body shook from intense pleasure, “You’re a bad girl.” His voice did nothing but make me lean into his hand.

Biting hard on my lips while he continued his torture my eyes rolled to the back to my head... “Oh my fuckking goddd!!” I gasped, I can't believe I'm about to cum from just getting spanked.

“And this last spank is for being nasty and dirty.” immediately the slap landed my leg almost gave out as I cummed shamelessly dripping my juices and creating a mini pool beneath me.

His finger slowly traced my ass before slipping between my thighs until it rested on my clit. “So naughty, cumming from a spanking?” His voice brushed against my ear as he toyed with my pussy entrance.

I closed my eyes without answering and savored the way he stroked my swollen clit, spreading my slickness across my sensitive hole. 

“Next time, make sure you speak politely,” he murmured. Then his hand withdrew from my thigh.

I heard his footsteps fading away, but I couldn’t move. My body still hummed from the lingering heat of his touch.

If he thinks this is the end then he better be prepared for my next scheme!