(Oh.. Unless I've missed it somehow, I believe I didn't get a notification for this. Glad I checked. Sorry.)
In case it might suddenly look like a better place than it was, Mercy glanced across the room. Well, it didn't. A tavern wasn't exactly the kind of place that suited fair angels. “It is tho! A dumpster, alright.” she insisted, leaning in for extra emphasis. “I could have been praying, or shaving my legs, or dressing up after bath!” Although she didn't look less fair than other angels, sometimes she came across as a black sheep. Through occasional outbursts, it kinda showed. “Actually, I was doing the last.”
Considering their communication so far, she wasn’t expecting him to throw himself over her lap so quickly. “Hey, not on this flimsy table tho!” Hearing the table legs creak, she exclaimed. His large tush couldn't have been that light. Having a shapely one herself, she feared the poor table might not be able to support them all. “And who said it’ll be over my lap?” she asked. While at it, and when he was in a convenient position for it, Mercy quickly tucked her fingers into the back of the waistband.
“Alright, here's the plan, lil’treasure hunter. This goes down…” In one swoop, Mercy yanked his briefs all the way down, rendering him utterly naked. He seemed to have a nice, juicy bottom. Had he had worked at the tavern, he probably could have got some tips from women patrons. Well some guys would do too. “You’ll get up, and wait for me to do the same.” Aiming at the left cheek, she gave him a good smack. “Then, you’ll sit here again. Lift your legs. And let me work on.. this.” Her fingers tightened on the right bun. She squeezed him. “Did you get that, sir?” And soon spanked him again.
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