“Oooh.” Her recognition is part moan, part assent. “You did.”
“I can’t neglect your discipline now, can I?”
She shakes her head. “No, sir. Certainly not.”
I lift the edge of her skirt, baring her ass.
“Good girl,” I approvingly, run my hand along her inner thigh. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she pants, wriggling as if to seek pressure from my fingers. I raise my hand and give her bottom a sharp, quick swat.
“Good. Now it’s time for a little game of ask and tell. I ask a question. If you answer well, I touch right there.” I bring my fingers higher, and give one stroke across the silky strip of fabric between her legs. “If you don’t, I’ll spank you. Cooperation will end up with you climaxing, right here, over my knee.”
She tries to respond, but it comes out in a strangled moan. She nods, her mass of hair bobbing all over the place.
I promised I’d interrogate her. I have my methods.
I pat her bottom. “Ready?”
She tenses. “Yes, sir. Ready.”
Good.
“Was your plan to come here last night?”
She grips my pants leg, takes a deep breath, then nods. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
I part her legs and stroke my fingers purposefully upward, grazing the edge of knickers between her thighs.
“Was your plan to get your family to come here for safety?”
“No.”
I stroke her again, feathery light brushes of my fingertips. Her panties are damp. I’m aware of the seductive scent of her arousal.
“Were you planning on lying to us?”
She pushes out a resigned sigh. “Yes.”
I crack her ass so hard she bucks. “Hey! You said no punishment if I told the truth!”
“I did not. I promised a reward if you did. I said nothing about not giving you the punishment you earned.”
I give her another searing swat, the palm of my hand landing straight across the fullness of her arse. “That’s for planning to manipulate me,” I tell her. I raise my hand and give her another hard smack. “And that’s for putting yourself in danger. For God’s sake, you could’ve been killed.” Another swat, then another lands. I’m spanking her in earnest now and it feels fucking perfect. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I wanted to—I needed to—I had to investigate.” She’s panting, writhing, trying to get out of my grip but unable to.
“Why?” I ask, my hand poised. When she doesn’t answer, I slam my palm against her ass again.
“I wanted answers!”
Now we’re getting somewhere. I part her legs and stroke her pussy, no light teasing this time but firm, deliberate strokes of my fingers aimed at working her toward climax.
“That’s a good girl answering my questions,” I say approvingly. I’m fucking pleased she’s giving me answers now before I meet with the rest of the Clan. If I go in proving she’s answered me some, it’ll go better for the both of us.
I’ve got her in my power, her family at my mercy and her body bending to my will. I took Sheena Hurston prepared to break her, to interrogate her, to demand answers only she could give. And now… now that I’ve got her, it seems there are more effective methods of finding the truth.
I move her panties aside and groan when I find her sopping wet and swollen. I love how responsive she is, how eager. I stroke her pussy, work her clit, glide my fingers effortlessly over the bundle of nerves that will bring her to climax.
“What answers do you want? What are you trying to do?” I ask.
I pause, my finger poised just where she wants me. She tries to wriggle and get closer to me, but I taunt her with my touch just out of reach. I pinch her inner thigh. “Answer me.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she pants. “I’m trying to find the truth. Who you are, what you do, and why.”
I reward her with another stroke. “Good girl,” I tell her. She’s panting, her breath hitched and guarded. I know she’s on the cusp of release. “Are you a good girl, Sheena? Should I let you come?”
“I—I’m… yes, well, of course you should let me come.”
Goddamn her for being so adorable. I slap her arse again, a good, hard slap that makes a red print like a tulip bloom on her cheek.
“Answer the question.”
She moans and wriggles but doesn’t respond. My body tightens, my resolve firm. If she won’t cave, if she won’t tell me the truth, she earns nothing but punishment. I spank her again, until she cries out in pain, then stroke her pussy until I can tell she’s ready to fly. Then I lift her off my lap and stand her in front of me.
Her hair’s a mess, her eyes watery, and her lower lip wavers. “I’ll tell you the truth, but you won’t like it. And I’ll only tell you the truth if you promise not to hurt them, to keep them safe.”