Sav peered out the window and let her lips curl up into a contented smile. It was truly beautiful here, in this small cottage just off the coast of Maine. Summer was hanging on with vengeance, but every so often she heard whispers of Autumn. She was grateful for the peace and quiet that this artists’ retreat had provided her with. A self-taught painter, she never thought that fooling around with watercolors would’ve landed her here in this small corner of the world.
Letting go of a deep sigh, Sav felt a rare surge of longing for her ex-boyfriend who’d encouraged her to apply to the retreat. If not for him, she wouldn’t be staying in this gorgeous home with all expenses paid and no responsibilities other than creating. It’s not that she missed him per se, but she was feeling a bit attention starved and missed the intimacy that they'd shared. Leaving her life behind sounded ideal at the time, but three weeks into a program left her feeling a little lonely.
Of course, Sav wasn’t completely lacking in human connection. She was actually sharing the space with a fellow artist. As the program that sponsored the retreat encouraged collaboration, she’d been paired with a roommate for her three month stay. As an only child who'd lived alone from the age of 22, Sav wasn’t used to sharing space, but she wasn’t finding the adjustment too bad. As for her roommate, Celeste...well the jury was still out on that one.
It wasn’t as if Celeste was rude. In fact, she was unflinchingly polite, always asking questions about Sav’s artistic process and even offering to make and share meals, But the woman had knocked Sav off kilter from the very moment they’d met. Drifting, she let herself remember their bizarre first exchange.
Sav had just begun dragging her suitcase up the walkway of her temporary home when the door flung open. Startled, she glanced up and nearly lost her footing. The woman standing before her was strikingly beautiful. A mass of raven black curly hair was tied into a loose bun atop her head. She wore a tight, athletic, one-piece romper that did nothing to hide her long legs and tremendous curves. Sav had always thought herself to be a confident person, but in the presence of this woman, she couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated. It didn’t help when the woman sashayed over to her and Sav noticed that she was at least 4 inches taller than her 5 '4.
“Well hey roomie,” the beautiful stranger purred. She had the kind of voice that Sav had only read about in cheesy romance novels. It was throaty and deep and Sav was shocked to find that her stomach did a little flip in response. Annoyed with herself, she recovered quickly and stuck out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Sav”
“Sav?”
“Yeah. It's short for Savannah.”
“You have a beautiful name, Savannah,” the woman retorted, gripping Sav’s hand in her soft one.
“Umm, thank you.”
The stranger just smiled, making direct eye contact and keeping Sav’s hand trapped in hers.
“Well, aren’t you going to ask me?”
“Ask you what?” Sav responded, feeling unnecessarily flustered.
“My name.” the woman said, a smirk on her face.
“Oh right. Of course. Sorry. You are?”
“Celeste,” she retorted, somehow making her own name feel like a caress.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Celeste.”
“You too, Savannah,” Celeste said smiling, before finally releasing Sav’s hand and helping her drag her luggage inside.
Blinking, Sav found her way back to the present. Three weeks later and she was no less unnerved by Celeste. Not once had Celeste called her anything other than Savannah. Sav kept meaning to tell Celeste that she much preferred her nickname, but she couldn’t quite work up the nerve. There was a power and intensity that enshrouded the woman and its potency pushed Sav to keep to herself on most days despite her increasing loneliness.
But living in such close quarters meant that the women inevitably crossed paths. Last week, Sav had fallen asleep in the hammock of their charming backyard. When she blinked her eyes open, she noticed Celeste sitting at the nearby table, her sketchbook in hand. For a while, she watched Celeste work, fascinated by her engagement with her project. Unlike Sav, Celeste’s chosen medium was drawing. Currently, she seemed to be agonizing over which shade of red color pencil to use. Sav had yet to see any of Celeste’s art, but the woman’s expression as she began shading made Sav curious enough to ask after a few minutes of staring.
“What are you working on?”
If Celeste was at all surprised by the fact that Sav was awake, she didn’t let it show. In fact, it almost seemed as if she’d been expecting her question.
“I’ve been inspired to start a new series that focuses on figures,” Celeste replied easily.
“Can I see?”
Slowly, Celeste brought her glance up to meet Sav’s. Even from far away, Sav couldn’t help but detect a distinct glitter in them.
“Maybe in a few weeks. I’m always protective over new artwork. You understand.”
Sav did understand. She herself had been extremely shy about sharing her work with Celeste the day before. But, somehow, she couldn’t help but show the woman when she’d asked. And the praise that she received from Celeste left her feeling warm and fuzzy.
“What have you worked on this afternoon, Savannah?” Celeste inquired, interrupting Sav’s thoughts.
“Oh, I meant to keep working on my island piece, but I guess I fell asleep,” Sav replied sheepishly.
Closing her sketchbook, Celeste rose from her chair and walked over to where Sav was still lounging.
“Why don’t we go inside,” she asked, holding out her hand. “You can work on your painting while I make us some dinner.”
“Yeah, OK,” Sav responded, taking Celeste’s hand and allowing her roommate to lead her back inside.
“Maybe that’s what it is about her,” Sav mumbled to herself a week later. Celeste might be nice, but she was also weirdly bossy. And what’s more, Sav always just did what her roommate told her to. It was a dynamic that Sav was thrown by, especially after learning she was only 3 years younger than her roommate. Sav had always been more of the take charge type, so why was she being so damn deferential to a woman she’d only recently met? Annoyed with herself and her musings, she went in search of a snack.
As she padded barefoot into the kitchen, she noted that the house was silent. After glancing at the clock on the oven, she realized why. Celeste usually went to the beach around sunset to practice yoga. She’d invited Sav on more than one occasion, but Sav found that she and her curvaceous build preferred a morning run to evening yoga. As Sav bit into a bright, red, apple, she couldn’t be reminded of Celeste, meticulously selecting the perfect shade of red for her mysterious drawings. As she ate, her curiosity grew and she decided that she had to know what Celeste was working on. The sun hadn’t completely set, and she had the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek of her roommate’s art.
Without giving it too much more thought, Sav quickly sprinted down the hall into Celeste’s room for the first time. It would seem that Celeste had managed to snag the primary suite, if the king size sleigh bed that dominated the room was to be believed. The suite also boasted a small sitting area with a cozy loveseat. And, in the corner, facing the window was a large desk and chair, much like the one in her own room. The only difference was that Celeste’s chair, unlike Sav’s, was armless.
Sav cataloged the room quickly before zeroing in on the desk. On it, sat a sketchbook. Sav shot a furtive glance over her shoulder before rushing over. But as she flipped through the sketchbook, she found herself disappointed. This sketchbook was simply a spare that Celeste kept, not the one that she was currently working in. Thumbing through the pages, she found them woefully empty. Frustrated, she gently put the sketchbook back in its place. “I guess that’s what I get for snooping,” she thought.
Sav had every intention of leaving until she saw the waste paper basket near the desk and decided she couldn’t resist. Their trashcan housed balled up pieces of sketch paper that might give her a little taste of what Celeste was working on. Reaching down, she grabbed one of the balls, gently unfurled it, and all her breath left her body.
The first thing that Sav noted was that Celeste was a brilliant artist. This sketch was so exquisitely done, so life-like, it was astonishing. And the fact that this piece had ended up in the trash made her question how the program could’ve even selected her for this retreat when an artist like Celeste existed.
The second thing Sav felt after glancing at the sketch was pure lust. The drawing before her was one of the most deeply erotic things she’d ever witnessed. The sketch depicted a beautiful woman dressed only in heels, lingerie, stockings, and a garter belt lying over the arm of a couch. Her mouth was open in ecstasy, her full breasts practically bursting from her demi cup bra, her round bottom at the apex. While her thong covered her most sensitive area, her bottom was gloriously bare. And unlike the rest of the sketch, which was done in black and white, her butt was a vibrant shade of red.
Sav was surprised by how visceral her reaction was to this simple sketch. The moment she’d glanced at it, she’d felt her nipples go pert. As she continued staring, she found herself growing wet, which was a shock to her system. She’d always found women to be aesthetically pleasing, but they’d never inspired sexual feelings in her, even in an imaginary way. Still, she couldn’t deny how taken she was with this drawing. Even more, she was increasingly intrigued by the woman who’d sketched it. She wondered how she’d ever manage to look her roommate in the eye again.
Celeste was already intense enough without knowing that she could produce a sketch that would make Sav more aroused than she’d ever been in her entire life. Shaking herself out of her sexual stupor, she quickly folded the drawing and put it in her back pocket. Perhaps she could get in a quick masturbation session before Celeste returned from the beach. Whipping around, she felt her heart leap into her throat as she nearly crashed into the artist herself.
“Oh my god, you scared me!” Sav cried, her hand flying to her chest.
“What are you doing in my room, Savannah?”
“Oh..umm. I-I was looking for you. I didn’t know if you were back from yoga and I wanted to see if you wanted dinner.”
Celeste’s only response was to arch her eyebrows. A full minute passed where neither woman said anything. As time stretched, Sav could feel her heartbeat galloping at a breakneck pace. She felt certain that in another minute it would beat right out of her chest. A sharp inhale of breath escaped the younger woman’s mouth as Celeste moved closer to her. It was only then that Sav realized that she hadn’t been breathing. As Celeste advanced, Sav took an involuntary step back, but the desk was there, blocking her retreat. Celeste stopped only when she was a hair’s breadth away from her roommate.
Slowly, she touched Sav’s bare shoulder before reaching her hand out to grab the nape of her neck. Meanwhile, Celeste’s other hand slid down and around to Sav’s butt. She gave the firm, round, orb a possessive squeeze before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her pilfered sketch.
“I don’t approve of you snooping through my belongings, Savannah,” Celeste said, her voice stricter than Sav had ever heard it. “But even more than that, I don’t appreciate you lying to my face.”
Savannah felt a rush of shame come over her. Bowing her head, she looked at her bare feet.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just…”
“You just what?” Celeste said sharply, before grabbing Sav’s chin with her thumb and forefinger and forcing her to make eye contact.
“I just really wanted to see what you were working on,” Sav admitted softly.
Celeste was quiet for an endless moment, staring directly into her roommate's eyes. Finally, Sav saw a ghost of a smile come over her roommate's stunning face. “As you wish,” Celeste replied.
Moving with astonishing speed and grace, Celeste grabbed hold of Sav’s wrist and held it firmly in her palm. She pulled her gently to the side, pulled out the chair with the other hand and sat down. Sav felt gleeful that she was finally going to see Celeste’s work. But her joy quickly turned into confusion when she found herself thrown over Celeste’s lap.
Startled, Sav quickly began trying to get up, but Celeste held her firm.
“Stay still,” Celeste ordered, punctuating her demand with a sharp smack to Sav’s behind.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Savannah yelped.
“Showing you my work,” Celeste responded, pulling the younger girl closer to her for easier access. “My new series is all about naughty young ladies who need to have their bottoms warmed. And you, my darling, definitely fit the bill.”
“No I don’t!” Sav shouted indignantly.
But Celeste was unmoved by her roommate's outrage. Instead, she began running her hands over Sav’s jean-clad bottom.
“So you weren’t snooping through my personal belongings,” Celeste asked, gripping one butt cheek firmly.
“I was but —”
“And you didn’t just lie to my face when I asked why you were in my room?” Celeste interrupted, squeezing the other cheek even harder.”
“I did but —”
“The only butt I'm interested in is the naughty one that I’m getting ready to spank sore,” Celeste retorted. And with that, she began peppering Sav’s butt with smacks.
Sav could not believe what was happening. She would say that she was having an out-of-body experience, but she was keenly aware of her body’s reactions. She felt her butt jiggle every time Celeste’s hand made contact with it. Her nipples were pulled taut despite the warmth of the evening. And her pussy…her pussy was practically dripping. Yes, this was embarrassing, but she couldn’t deny that she was even more turned on than she was when she discovered the drawing. The slaps continuously echoed through the room, making Sav even more acutely aware of her senses.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Dozens of sharp swats rained down; an endless cacophony of percussion. Sav found herself riding the rhythm. If she knew this was what happened when she was “naughty”, she would’ve snooped weeks ago. Sure, the spanking was shocking, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. When it was over, she’d need that masturbation session more than ever before.
Suddenly, the spanking stopped as quickly as it began, and Sav let out a deep breath. She was almost sad that it was over so soon. Quickly, she got up, feeling herself blush as she found Celeste’s stern gaze.
“I really am sorry for snooping,”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Nodding, Sav began to turn away, but Celeste quickly stilled her, grabbing her by the wrist once more.
“Just where do you think you’re going, young lady?”
Stammering and confused, Sav pointed in the direction of her room.
“You can’t have thought we were done here,” Celeste stated, nearly laughing in her disbelief. “That was barely a warm-up, my girl.”
Before Sav could respond, Celeste grabbed a hold of her waistband and pulled her closer. Then, with nimble dexterity, she unbuttoned Sav’s jeans and pulled her right back over her knees. In the next breath, hard slaps were raining down on Sav’s butt yet again. Sav was blown away by how much more intense the spanking was without the protection of her pants. Every harsh SMACK was crisper and she found herself wriggling after just a few minutes of spanking. Her embarrassment reached new heights now that she was stripped down to her panties. But somehow, that only increased her arousal. Thank god she was wearing her cute, lacy, light blue boy shorts. For whatever reason, Sav wanted to look as good as possible for her punishment.
A few minutes later, Sav couldn’t have cared less about her panties. The pain in her bottom was starting to usurp all other feelings. After a particularly sharp smack, she clenched her butt and actively began avoiding Celeste’s hand.
“Stay still, Savannah!” Celeste barked out.
“It stings!” Sav whined.
“Good! That’s what happens when you’re naughty. You get a sore, stinging, butt. Now unclench those cheeks for me.”
Whimpering, Sav took a deep breath and fought to obey.
“Good,” Celeste cooed. “You keep that bottom nice and relaxed for me.”
After a few more smacks, the spanks stopped once more. In their stead, Sav felt Celeste’s hand began to gently caress her bottom. After the onslaught of smacks, it was a welcome reprieve. Sighing happily, she allowed her body to relax. As she did, Sav felt Celeste’s fingers tracing her panties. Eventually, Celeste released the hand that had been firmly gripping Sav’s waist and reached it up to join her spanking hand at Sav’s waistband. Then, she slowly began to lower her roommate’s panties.
“Wait!” Sav shouted, but Celeste was undeterred. Giving Sav’s bottom a firm swat, she continued pulling her panties down until they joined the jeans around her ankles.
“You invaded my privacy,” Celeste countered. “I see no reason why you should be afforded yours.” With that, she continued the spanking on Sav’s bare bottom
As Celeste spanked, she began scolding her roommate. She spoke about respecting boundaries, artistic integrity, and lying. For her part, Sav could barely focus on the lecture. Her arousal had hit an all-time high, but so too had the pain. When Celeste focused her energy on her sits spots, the tender bits of flesh between her bum and her thighs, she promptly burst into tears. The pain was intense, but so were her feelings. She felt ashamed of her behavior and saddened that she’d broken Celeste’s trust.
“I think I’m finally getting through to you, aren’t I, Savannah?”
“Yes, Celeste,” Sav wailed.
“Funny how a spanked bare bottom makes even the naughtiest girls contrite,” she chuckled before stopping and gently giving Sav’s bottom a squeeze. Then Sav felt her roommate lean down, felt the weight of Celeste’s perfect breasts on her back as she seductively whispered in her ear. “I’ve wanted this ass since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Sav nearly creamed herself at that declaration. She could feel Celeste’s hard nipples and she knew that hers were still standing at attention too. But before she could think of anything to say, Celeste continued her spanking, this time even harder than before. Crying, Sav couldn’t help but try to protect her poor bottom, but Celeste was having none of it.
“Ah-Ah!” she demanded. “Stick that bottom up for me. Take the punishment, naughty girl. You know you deserve it.”
Though her bottom was blushed and flushed, Sav knew deep down that she deserved this spanking and she did her best to follow directions. Eventually, she felt herself go limp over Celeste’s lap, resigned to her punishment. Soon after the fight went out of her, Celeste gave her the hardest smacks yet before stopping altogether. Breathing deeply, Sav relaxed as a sense of deep calm washed over her. Yes, her bottom felt sore and stingy, but she also felt like she was floating. It was an otherworldly experience that she’d never had before.
“Up you get,” Celeste said gently.
Slowly, Sav scrambled to her feet and found herself standing in between Celeste’s knees yet again.
“Come here,” Celeste said, pulling the smaller woman to sit in her lap.
Sav hissed out as her bottom made contact with Celeste’s lap. But she quickly found herself soothed as Celeste pulled Sav’s head into her ample breasts. There, Sav felt more safe and cared for than she had in years.
“I really am sorry for spying and for lying,” Sav murmured after a few minutes.
“I know, baby,” Celeste said soothingly.
Sav looked up into Celeste’s eyes at the endearment and then dropped her gaze to Celeste's full lips. She’d never thought about kissing a woman before, but, at that moment, she couldn’t think of one thing she’d like more. As if reading her mind, Celeste leaned in and kissed her, her lips soft and pillowy. She was graceful, yet demanding. Somehow controlling the kiss with a consummate amount of skill. Sav felt nearly drugged with pleasure, and when Celeste pulled away, she furrowed her brows in displeasure.
“Don’t pout, bad girl,’ Celeste scolded. “Your punishment isn’t over yet. Get up”
Sav obeyed and felt a trickle of fear run down her spine even as her pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Since you wanted to explore my room so badly, you're gonna get up close and personal with a particular section,” she said, rising to tower over Sav. “Go to that corner right now,” she directed, pointing to the only empty corner in the room.
Sav waddled to the corner, her panties and jeans still trapped around her ankles. Then she turned around to face Celeste, her back to the wall. She watched as Celeste stalked toward her and felt her stomach flip.
“It’s clear to me that nobody has ever taken you in hand, Savannah,” Celeste said, giving Sav a quick kiss on the lips before whispering in her ear. “But no matter; I'm going to show you how freshly spanked girls do corner time.
“Turn around,” she demanded, and Sav complied as quickly as she could without tripping. Sav gasped as she felt breath near her bum, shocked by how quickly Celeste had gotten on her knees. “Step out of your panties and jeans.” Again, Sav complied and the aforementioned clothes were quickly tossed to the side. Though her bottom had been bare for quite some time, this simple move made her acutely aware that she was half-naked while Celeste remained fully clothed. She felt even more embarrassed as Celeste spread her feet wider apart, informing her that “Naughty girls weren’t allowed modesty.”
Sav hissed in equal parts pain and ecstasy as Celeste quickly bit one sore butt cheek and then the other. But her whimpering transformed into mewls as Celeste quickly kissed the cheeks that she had so eagerly abused. Sav’s nerve endings felt electrified, the pleasure nearly sending her through the roof. Needing an anchor, she gripped at the wall; the only thing she had access to. Her engorged clit was practically thrumming with need as she felt Celeste rise and press herself against her sore ass.
“Arms up, naughty girl,” Celeste ordered. As soon as she complied, Sav felt her soft T-shirt being pulled over her head.
“Oh, this is pretty,” Celeste said approvingly, tracing Sav’s lacy bra with her fingers, before firmly grasping her nipples and applying pressure. Sav rose up on her tippy toes; to escape from the pain in her nipples or to add to the pleasure, she’d never know. “Hmm, you have quite the sensitive, little nipples, Savannah,” Celeste noted before releasing them. Sav had always been with men who fumbled with her bra hooks, but Celeste had the bra off and cast aside between one heartbeat and the next. She let out a sigh of immense pleasure as Celeste fondled her with precision and ease.
“My naughty girl has beautiful tits,” Celeste noted and Sav practically preened with pleasure. “I can’t wait to have them in my mouth.” Panting, Savannah wanted nothing more than to put pressure on her clit and find the orgasm she’d been chasing since she’d first laid eyes on Celeste’s drawing. But somehow, following Celeste’s orders had become paramount to even her own pleasure.
“Hands behind your head,” Celeste ordered. Sav obeyed, her tits jutting out proudly. Celeste gave her a gentle shove until both nipples were touching the wall. Then she stepped back and laid a fierce slap on Sav’s behind. “Stick this ass out for me,” Celeste told her roommate. Though Sav did as she was told immediately, it did not stop Celeste from raining down hard spanks on her bottom.
“Whenever I put you in the corner, this is how I expect you to be,” Celeste said sharply. “I want your hands behind your head, hard nipples touching the wall. Your legs will be spread wide enough so that I can see your dripping pussy, and I want this naughty, red, ass sticking out for me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Celeste,” Sav moaned, the strictness in her roommate’s voice only turning her on more.
“Good. Now stay here until I call for you.”
Time stood still for Sav as she stood in the corner, her mind a swirl of emotions. In the time that Celeste left her there, she cycled through humiliation, arousal, soreness, and lust at least 3 times each. And if Sav could’ve seen how Celeste was looking at her every so often as she glanced up from her sketchbook, she’d likely have even more feelings to contend with. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only 20 minutes, Celeste finally released her from the corner.
“Come here, Savannah.”
Sav walked over a little shyly, acutely aware of this gorgeous woman’s unyielding gaze on her naked body. Celeste seemed to relish watching Sav’s breasts bounce and her ample hips sway as she made her way over to where she was now sitting on the loveseat.
“Do you now understand how to do corner time properly?”
“Yes, Celeste.”
“Good. Now, I want you to go over to my bedside table and bring me what’s inside.”
Curious, Sav went over and pulled out the drawer. She felt gleeful when she discovered that a sketchbook lay inside. This was the one that Celeste had been drawing in last week; she was sure of it. Excited that Celeste was finally going to willingly share her work with her, she nearly ran back over to the loveseat. In her excitement, she didn’t notice that Celeste frowned before taking her sketchbook and dropping it at her feet.
“Was that all that was inside the drawer, Savannah?”
“No. But the only other thing in there was a hairbrush.”
“Did I ask you what was in the drawer, or did I ask you to bring me what was inside?”
“Sorry, Celeste,” Sav said quickly, confused but not willing to disappoint her roommate again so soon. In a flash she’d fetched the hairbrush and was back at Celeste’s side.
“Good girl. Now, turn around and sit on my lap.”
Facing away from her roommate, Sav felt befuddled. Why would Celeste want to brush her hair now of all times? But, after being spanked into submission, she was hardly willing to pose the question aloud. As she sat, Celeste brought her even closer into her.
“Open your legs,” Celeste ordered. Sav complied, but it wasn’t enough for her roommate. Celeste pried Sav’s legs open even further so they straddled her own. Then she began firmly pressing on Sav’s upper back.
“Lean down and put your palms on the ground. Good girl. Now you can rest your legs on the couch behind you. Good. Are you comfortable enough?”
Even though Sav always skipped yoga with Celeste, she was still plenty flexible and comfortable enough. However, she’d also never felt more exposed. Her ass arched up to the sky and she was sure that Celeste had a bird’s eye view of her wet pussy. If that wasn’t enough, Celeste made sure Sav was also hyper aware of her dangling breasts by giving each of them a firm squeeze. But despite her humiliation, or perhaps because of it, Sav’s desire flew off the charts and she squeaked out a response to her roommate.
“Yes, Celeste.”
“Good. This is called the wheelbarrow position and you will assume it immediately whenever I deem it necessary.” Before Sav could register that declaration, Celeste tightened one hand around the younger woman’s waist before raining down swats on her bottom with the other.
This spanking was not like the first one. Sav was completely stripped bare, more vulnerable, more embarrassed, and more aroused. She burst into tears immediately, the humiliation consuming her.
“I’m sorry,” she cried.
“You will be,” Celeste purred almost soothingly, cupping her hand and delivering even harder swats. After a minute of steady spanks, she stopped. Reaching down, Celeste flipped open her sketchbook, which was just out of Sav’s line of sight, until she found the page she wanted. Grinning, she slid the notebook in front of the sobbing girl.
“Open your eyes, naughty girl,” she ordered.
As Sav complied, she felt a new weight on her sore butt. The weight began moving in slow circles over her inflamed ass. What was that? As she looked down at the sketchbook, the answer became crystal clear. The sketch in front of her was a perfect glimpse into her immediate future. There, in black and white, was a gorgeous drawing of her lying over Celeste’s lap. Naked and in the wheelbarrow position, Sav’s bottom was a stunning shade of red. In Celeste’s hand a hairbrush raised high, just waiting to meet its target again. As Sav gasped, the real Celeste began to rain down swats on her butt with renewed vigor.
Sav sobbed uncontrollably. There was nowhere to run; nowhere to hide. Reaching back and protecting her bottom wasn’t an option unless she wanted to fall flat on her face. But as Celeste continued punishing each and every inch of her bottom with the hairbrush, Sav realized that she didn’t want to run. As the pain built, so too did the pleasure and Sav found herself arching her back and presenting her bottom to Celeste like an offering. Celeste’s repeated claims that she was a “naughty girl who deserved every bit of her spanking” only pushed Sav closer and closer to the edge. And when Celeste finally put down the brush to pushed her nimble fingers against her roommate's aching clit, Sav finally, finally, found her glorious release.
