D&D: The senior cleric orders you to bend over and give your ass a good spanking
From Create Your Own Story
"Bend over the desk over there and grab the opposite edge," he orders.
You walk towards the desk in the corner of the room, your dread slowly growing.
As you slowly reach towards the opposite end of the desk, you feel your chainmail riding up your ass, exposing your rear as well as the lips of your womanhood.
You can almost feel his stare as he approaches you. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment but you feel a slightly different sensation as well, as the heat you felt earlier slowly descends towards your sex.
"Count the strokes," he says.
Without further warning, he closes the remaining distance and hits your rear with a ringing slap that echoes in the room. You bite your tongue, knowing that shouting will only make it worse.
"One," you say dully, refusing to let the pain creep into your voice.
Again, he spanks your ass, this time on the left cheek. This time you can't help but let out an involuntary muffled yelp.
"Two," you say shakily, your voice starting to break.
By the time he is finished, your ass is bright red, tears are freely streaming down your cheeks, and your rear is in agony.
However, that is not the only sensation which you can feel, as you are surprised to find yourself very aroused by this. Your pussy is very wet by now, and you hope he has not noticed your arousal, but to no avail. You feel dirty and humiliated, but at the same time you feel arousal at his utter conquest of you and your dignity.
"Now put your feet apart and spread yourself for me" he says sternly.
On shaky legs you submit, inching your legs apart while reaching back to your ass. You grab your cheeks and spread them, surrendering your most intimate areas to his gaze.
SLAP
Another spanking rings out on your ass as you yelp in pain, your actions clearly not satisfactory to him.
"Arch your back more, really present yourself"
Your flush burns red on your face and chest as you arch your back, your hands keeping your sex fully open, and your rosebud exposed.
You notice him shift his position as his hands head directly to your exposed sex. You fail to stifle the moan as he circles your labia with his fingers. His fingers trail up and down your slit, growing increasingly moist as he continues toward the entrance to your womanhood. If this continues, you could possibly be discovered, as the noises you make grow increasingly loud despite your wishes.
With as much haste as he began, he jams his middle finger into your pussy, causing you to yelp in surprise.
"It looks like we have a masochist on our hands here. You're soaking wet! It seems as if you are party to your own conquest." he says as he continues to probe your sex, your arousal growing.
It ended as quickly as it was initiated as he extracts his finger from your sex. You cannot see what he is doing behind you but you can venture to guess.
You hear rustling from what you assume are his trousers and armor becoming quickly displaced to areas around the room. When he is finished, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You start with mild surprise as he grasps your hips, as you knew what was happening, but not necessarily the precise moment when.
He pours warm oil on your nethers and across your whole ass, pausing to rub it into your skin, working the oil in between your thighs, all over your rear and between your cheeks. You shudder and gasp as his fingers reach under you, spreading to cup your mons possessively, proceeding to stroke your labia, brushing against your petals and working the oil into every crevice. You are aroused to the point where you let out an audible moan when he finally inserts his fingers into your sex, your hips bucking in response.
You are almost disappointed when he withdraws his fingers, only to re-insert them into your tight ring above! You are nervous allowing him to use your most sacred and tightest hole for his pleasure, but his demeanor clearly brooks no argument. It feels strange at first, but soon the eroticism and submissiveness of the act and the resulting sensations bring you back to a moaning ecstasy.
Suddenly, he inserts three fingers into your sex and strokes his thumb on your clit, forcing a womanly squeal out of you at the additional stimulation. He starts pistoning in and out in a rhythmic pattern, and your eyes cross in forced pleasure. Your cunt and ass clench on his digits as you try and fail to bite back moans. You lose track of the number of times he brings you to climax. He thoroughly lubes his prize, working you into a moaning, squirming puddle laid across his desk.
"Seeing as you are now thoroughly conquered, to the victor go the spoils." He says smugly
"I think the choice of how I take you is now up to me, no?" He asks pointedly
You nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak at this point, withering under his intense gaze at your most private region. Your holes still spread open as ordered, you can feel them quiver and pulse as your girlcum drips off your clit onto the floor.
How does he decide to take you?
