Page 57 of Carter

She will decide what kind of sister she wants to be to Paige. My job is only to hold Sasha accountable for the promises she makes to me.

But one more. Just for me.

I bring the strap down. Hard. I want her ass burning when I take her.

It comes down with a loud crack, and she cries out, “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good!”

And she will.

But I’m not finished with her yet.

“Good. Now let’s get you up and changed into your punishment panties.”

She gives a little sob.

It’s humiliating for her, I know. Sasha prefers her sexy black thongs; only tolerates the panties I’ve purchased. But this part of our dynamic is something she chose, and tonight she is feeling the consequences of testing a boundary after promising she would not.

I help her up from the bed. She gives me a long look through her tears, silently pleading. I say, “Go on, then.”

She knows what to do. With her red ass exposed to me, she turns and goes to the dresser. She has a funny little walk from the new sensation of the plug. Every movement reminds her who is charge.

She opens the top drawer and reaches in. When she returns, she has her naughty girl panties in her hand.

They are full-cut white panties. They have a little pink bow at the waist. And lacy ruffles all the way across the bottom.

Little girl panties. To remind her of how childish she’s been.

I sit down on the bed. Toss the strap beside me.

She stands next to me. Her leg is leaning against mine, sweetly. I know her cunny’s all wet from her punishment and the plug fills her bottom. She looks at me with her wide brown eyes, and hands me the panties.

“Good girl,” I say. “Good job, baby girl.”

She blushes, her cheeks turning as red as her bottom. She loves when I talk to her like this—I know how hungry it makes her pussy. How tightly she will wrap it around my cock when I let her.

She stands before me in nothing but a black tank, having stripped her sports bra off the second she’d walked in from work. I can see how hard her nipples are through her thin shirt.

Smell the musk of her arousal.

I want to know how wet her spanking made her. How turned on she is by my chiding words.

How confused her pussy is by the feeling of the plug filling and tugging at her ass.

I drop the panties onto the bed.

Still seated, I spread my legs. I pull her between my thighs. Her eyes widen. She had no idea I’d be touching her after her spanking. But I want to, and so I do.

Her hands go to my shoulders, pressing into my muscles. I lock my gaze on hers, holding her eyes as I slide my hand between her thighs. She spreads her legs a little, her eyes closing. Her head leans back as I slip a finger inside of her slick pussy. It’s even tighter than usual, a product of the plug filling her ass.

She’s soaking wet.

I pull the finger from her, wet from her juices. I rub her clit. Her hips start to move. She’s grinding against my hand. The scent of her arousal strengthens, making my cock so hard it strains against my pants uncomfortably. My hands leave her, going to my own waist. I slip out of my pants. I tug my shirt up and over my head.

A moment later I’m sitting on the bed, naked, my cock standing at attention.

“Sit on it,” I say.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She likes what she sees. Her nipples harden even further beneath her shirt. She straddles me, her smooth thighs pressing into mine. I grab her hips, my fingertips dig into her flesh. I pull her up, and line the entrance of her cunt with the head of my cock.