Flash Forward #2

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“I touched myself this afternoon,” I tell Craftsmate while we are studying in the library. “And came.”

He frowns a bit and turns the page of the document he’s reading.

I sigh and put the screen of my laptop down. “I was very stressed out.”

“Did it help?” He asks.

I shrug. “Yeah, a little.”

He nods to himself, not looking up from the paper in his hands. “You’re still getting a spanking.” I figured as much.

Back at his place, he gives me a pretty firm spanking. My ass is stinging afterwards and I think I am finished when he asks me to flip over. I roll over on the bed and lie down on my back for him. He traces his finger over my slit.

“Is this the needy little cunt that gets you in so much trouble?”

I nod. He smacks it hard and then teases his fingers over it once more. I feel myself start to get wet. I’m always a little ashamed about how my body tends to betray me like this.

He smacks it a few more times before pulling my panties and my sweatpants up.

“I want to touch it now,” I say with a pout.

He grins and kisses my forehead. I’m tired, but he wants to stay up and work a bit more. “Well, you’re not going to. Sweet dreams.”

As I huff and curl up, he reaches below the sheets and pulls my hands over them so he can see where they are. He sits down at the desk beside his bed and, after a few unanswered exclamations of frustration, I fall asleep.

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