Being pulled over the knee didn't exactly work wonders for one's intimidation factor. So, it wasn't quite like looking at Medusa when the annoyed goddess cast her a glance. It was cute really. With her attitude and exposed bum, she was cute. Perhaps she should have felt somewhat bad for hurting her poor lil arse? But then again, it wouldn't be called punishment otherwise.
While being berated by the bitter blonde, she slowly placed her hand on the woman's backside, aligning it with the freshest handprint. “Well it's certainly smaller than half your bottom.” Given how much pleasure having her hand there gave Elena, there was some truth to the temptress’ words.
“Alright. I might have had a few,” she nervously shifted her hips a little, and slightly adjusted the goddess’ position across her lap. “A few amorous compromises,” Elena said. Heating up Aphrodite’s tush was doing the same for her core. All that squirming too. And the melodic yelps. “You look.. nice, yes.” Elena admitted, further complimenting that nice bottom with a firm squeeze. “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve seen.” With her grasp still tight, she shook the goddess’ bum cheek around. Then let go. “So..” And then spanked.
One of her legs slipped aside from under the goddess’ body. As she raised her knee, water droplets trailed down her calf. Moving with a soldier’s tactical efficiency, her lifted leg swiftly glided over Aphrodite’s. Utilising the firmness of her long legs, Elena pinned one of the goddess’s legs under her own, leaving the other unrestrained. To double her efforts in restraining the slippery goddess, she tucked an arm under the woman’s chest. In her short-lived search for something to hold onto, her hand met one of Aphrodite’s hanging breasts, quickly grasping it. “Oh.. Sorry.” Relaxing her grip, she pushed her hand farther to hold her shoulder instead.
The cheek closer to her was supposed to be more taut. “Do you have any confessions of your own?” Elena went for the looser one and smacked it firmly, giving that ample globe a good reason to dance. “Such as going overboard with your seduction games?” The same cheek then. The soldier slapped it. Four times. No, five. Alright, one more. She didn’t shy away from going firm on it either, cracking her palm against the seductress’ bun in rapid succession, drawing her arm far and hurling her palm fast. “Ugh..” After the last one, she jerked her hand in the air, trying to dispel the sting lingering on it.
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