You kiss her back
From Torg Adventure
You open your lips and let her tongue in, teasing it with yours. She moans into your mouth. You're getting harder from Sally's squirming and her heavenly aroused smell. You can feel yourself start to lose control, but you rein things in and decide on a course.
"Young lady! You don't just sneak into a man's room and throw yourself at them, begging for sexual favors," you say as you pry her body from you, as much as that pains you. You hold both wrists. Her tight nubile body with her lovely handfuls, fat aroused nipples, and trimmed vee of red pussy fur are plenty to get your cock semi-solid.
Sally gasps with a very worried look on her face, "Will you have to paddle me, Dean Hawkfeather?"
You point to the bed and have her sit. "Well, Miss Mathewson, you have put me in that position, though I think I will make it a spanking."
A flash of excitement barely crosses her face before she pouts and says, "Dean Hawkfeather!" She starts struggling a little, but not seriously.
You drag her to the bed and sit down. "Now, Miss Mathewson, assume the position."
Sally lies on your lap, looking up at you before she puts her head down. Her belly is situated right at your burgeoning cock, which firms up more. The globes of her ass are perfection itself, pale and firm. "For a sexual transgression, the Code of Conduct specifies eight strikes of the paddle. Since my hand is softer than the paddle, I'm saying that equals twelve strikes of my hand. That should be fair, don't you think, Miss Mathewson?"
"Yes, Dean Hawkfeather," she says breathlessly. She shivers which makes her wiggle on top of your cock. You stifle a moan, turning it into clearing your throat.
You raise your hand and strike her fairly hard, making a loud smack, not wanting punishment to be taken mildly. Sally shrieks with each hit, until the last of the first six swats, where her shriek turns into a moan of arousal. Bright red hand prints cover her ass cheeks. You rub your hand on her skin, feeling the heat from her skin. Sally purrs at your gentle attention. Then you strike her again, with another set of six spankings. Now her shrieks all end with moans, and by the last one, the young girl quivers and moans through an orgasm. You are hard as steel under her belly. Your hand returns to caress her hot skin.
Sally turns in your lap, exposing her left tit and smiling up at you. Her breathing hasn't quite returned to normal. "Dean Hawkfeather, I'm sorry for sneaking into your room and throwing myself at you." You feel a hand on your pants as Sally rubs your hardness. "I'm sorry you had to spank me and that I got you hard." She grasps the outline of your cock through your pants, a better grip to rub with. She stokes up and down a few times, grinning at you.
What now?
