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Late Night Discipline	By : Starlit_2 Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 2483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Late Night At the Office
- 1
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time,” Amon said, feeling the beginnings of anticipation. “This time, I’m afraid I’m going to have to discipline you.”
He watched her eyes grow wide, her mouth open into a shocked little ‘O’.
“How will you discipline me?” she whispered, her mouth barely moving, the only sound between the two of them in the dim office.
He swallowed.
“I’m going to spank you.”
He waited, not moving, not breathing, waiting for her eyes to narrow, to call him on his bluff. He imagined her standing and slapping him, the sting that her small hand would make against his whiskered jaw.
But this was Robin, and Robin would not do something so uncharacteristic.
Her head drooped. the tendrils of muted blonde hair that always framed her face falling to obscure her vision.
“Oh. I suppose it is warranted.”
His heart was racing.
He knew he was taking advantage of her naivety. Playing on the antiquated corporeal punishments he knew were inflicted on the noviciates of a convent - a Solomon novitiate no doubt, would have received no lack of discipline for a toe out of line.
He moved to the drab, olive green sofa that served as their spartan waiting area. He sat.
“Here. I want you to lie across my lap, and then you will receive your punishment.”
She moved toward him, head still bowed, penitent, not picking up on the lasciviousness of his intentions. Obediently she laid her self across his lap, her small derrière resting just over his left thigh. He moved very slightly, not wanting her to feel the growing evidence of his excitement.
“I’m going to remove my gloves. You will receive your punishment as I deem fit. I will tell you when it is over.”
Heart hammering in his chest, Amon took a moment to savor the complete control he was wielding over the young, powerful craft user. This was just, he told himself, to do this to her. She was far to powerful to be given any sort of rein over her own abilities. This was necessary.
She said nothing, but he sensed her tense he reached for the hem of her long dress.
“You’re going to-“
“I informed you that you would be punished as I deemed fit.” He pulled the dress slowly up her legs, watching as the dark material caressed her calfs, the bend in her knees, the slope of her thighs. Her skin was pearly white, so pale as to almost be translucent. He focused his attention to keep from panting in excitement.
She tensed further and he felt the cadence of her breathing start to increase as he slowly, almost teasingly pulled the hem to her waist, revealing her small, shapely bottom, clad in a pair of virginal white panties.
Carefully, he tucked his thumb and forefinger into the white band stretched taught over each side of her bottom, pulling them slowly together, upward, bunching the white material in the small cleft. From his vantage point, he hazarded a glance at her bowed head, turned away from him, nose touching the cushions of the old couch. She had frozen completely. He tugged the material slightly further upward, just barely highlighting the shape of her sex, peeking out from her legs.
He looked down at the erotic picture he had created, moistening his suddenly dry lips.
Slowly, he pulled off one glove, and then the other, savoring the way she trembled slightly.
SMACK.
The sound seemed to resonate in the dim, empty room. She jumped, gasping at the sudden stinging pain.
SMACK.
Again, the jolt of her body as his palm landed on the other cheek.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
Three in quick succession, and then Amon stopped to admire his handiwork. Her bottom was already blushing pink. He began to alternate, one cheek, and then the other. Appreciating the smooth feel of her against his hand, listening to the satisfying sound of flesh connecting.
After a minute she was panting.
He continued. After another moment he realized that she had begun to murmur slightly under her breath. He keened his ears to listen and realized that she was reciting a prayer of penitence. His arousal was dulled momentarily by the hushed reverence of her voice. But then his eyes strayed to the soreness of her bottom and he noticed that the bottom of her panties were just barely starting to moisten.
Moving fluidly he lifted her bottom half off of him pulling her knees up, quickly moving behind her on the couch. He saw her move to pull her skirt back down and stopped her hand.
“I did not say your punishment was over, therefore you are not to interfere.”
Chastised, he watched her face forward once again.
Pinching the bunched material at the top of her reddened bottom he pulled it taught, outlining perfectly the wet patch on her panties, positioned perfectly over the swollen flesh of her sex. Just barely, he brushed the tips of his fingers against the wet material. Robin gasped,
“It would appear that my punishment has not yet had the desired effect.” If Amon were a different man, he surmised that this would be a situation in which he would grin. “We’ll try a different way. You are to stay still.”
Hooking the top of her panties with one finger from the back, he dragged them down her legs, to bunch around her knees, trapping them. Her sex was framed perfectly by her thin legs and reddened bottom, her labia had parted slightly, and he could see that she was nearly dripping in moisture.
SMACK.
SMACK.
He resumed her punishment, watching the way her sex twitched when her body jumped slightly with each blow. He returned to alternating, spanking her soundly on one cheek, pausing, knowing she was focus on anticipating it and then abruptly spanking the other.
He thought hazily that he had never been so aroused in his life.
As he’d hoped, her wetness and gasping breaths increased.
“I do not think you have yet learned your lesson,” he spoke, his neutral done belying none of the feverish arousal thudding through him. “Lift your right leg. I’m going to remove your panties.”
She obeyed wordlessly, lifting the delicate appendage so he could remove the white material trapping her legs together.
“I want you to obey me now without question, as you always should.” He watched a tremor run through her. “Spread your legs apart, spread them wide.”
Amon watched with all consuming lust as she obeyed him, shuffling her knees apart, her sex opening before him. Without waiting for her to finish he pressed his thumbs on either side of her, the pressure pulling her apart further, opening the glistening folds so that he could see the tiny opening of her vagina. She had frozen at his touch.
“You haven’t completed your task. I want your legs all the way apart.”
Removing his hand as she shuffled her knees all the way to the ends of the couch, he took the opportunity to slide the zipper of his pants down, allowing his cock to hang in the air in front of him.
“Good girl.”
He used one finger to surreptitiously brush the swollen bud of her clitoris. She gasped again. Quickly, he directed the head of his penis to her weeping opening and pushed. She was so wet that the task was easy; her body swallowed him completely. He heard her make a strange, choked noise. Lifting his hands to her hips he held still, pressed all the way into her. He could feel the heat radiating from her abused bottom.
Spanking her had been teasing enough, but her tightness, her wetness around him he knew would cause his end shortly. He began to thrust, keeping himself buried deep, just moving himself an inch or so out before pressing in again. She had started to whimper.
As he established the rhythm he began to drive more deeply into her, his own breath now coming in gasps. Reaching underneath her, he found her swollen clitoris once again, this time pressing one finger to it and working it in small circles. It only took a few seconds before she shrieked. Her top half collapsing suddenly onto the couch.
Amon groaned, poisoning into her with a force he hadn’t yet used and then growled as he felt himself suddenly start to empty inside of her.
After a moment, his head spinning, he pulled carefully from her, grabbing for her panties to keep their fluids from leaking from her, onto the couch. He reached forward and hooked his arms under hers, pulling them both backwards, finally settling so he was on his back, pants still undone and she was sprawled on top of him.
“Amon, I never knew you were such a…pervert.”
He grinned. “If I’m a pervert then what are you? You certainly enjoyed that just as much, if not more so than me.”
He watched her cheeks go red, and she buried her face in the shadow of his neck, mumbling, “I was certainly infatuated with you back during our time at the STN-J, but if I’d known you had that running through your head at the time, I think I would have fainted from shock.”
Amon harrumphed.
“Well, you certainly proved yourself adept at role-play.” He reached down, lifting again the hem of her long dress, using his hand to rub lightly at her bottom. She winced slightly. “Did I spank you too hard?”
Robin craned her neck backward to get her first view of her derriere. “Oh wow! You made it so red.”
Amon started to make movement to get up off the couch. “C’mon, I’ll get a bath going for you. Soaking it should help.” They both sat up.
“Since I indulged you, does that also mean you’ll be making dinner tonight?” she asked, one eyebrow quirked playfully.
Amon gave her a rare smirk.
“I think that’s fair.”
Pulling her close he kissed her softly before rising and heading to the bathroom.
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Author’s note: There really isn’t too much going on in terms of WHR fan fiction as of late, but I had this running around in my head, so may as well bring this category back from the dead.
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