Icy Discipline 4

“So, let’s discuss your punishment,” I said, enjoying the way she shivered intensely under the word, far more intensely than I expected. “Since you have acted like a spoiled brat, I think we need to have a corresponding punishment.” 

“L-like what,” she said, her arms tightening around her naked torso in a defensive effort, missing the fact that it only made her look more beautiful. 

“Spanking, of course,” I answered, aware that taking a big risk. Looking from a rational perspective, her only reaction should have been a dismissive scoff, followed by a lengthy explosion about my daring. Yet, I was unable to resist the temptation, as there was nothing rational in her standing in front of me, naked and helpless. 

Fortune favored the bold.  

“P-please, no,” she gasped beautifully, the desperate melody in her tone making my shaft harder and harder. 

“I’ll give you a chance,” I said, enjoying a soft hope blooming on her face as she raised her gaze, almost as much as I would receive from squashing it. “Why don’t you give me an alternative method I could use to teach a spoiled brat about how to behave in a sensitive location where her next burst might kill us all.” 

“Surely—“ she started, but I raised my head to silence her. 

“We’re lucky that it was the bathroom door, if you did that to anything else, you might have damaged something vital, killing us.” Of course, I didn’t mention that, unlike the bathroom door or shitty furniture, anything actually vital was much better protected and had several backups. 

The designers might be cheap, but they certainly wanted to avoid the news of a bunch of scientists dying — though I had a feeling that they cared more about the PR than our lives. 

No need to explain to Carly that, of course. I knew enough of her type — rich and spoiled kind, not internationality famous kind. A privileged raising meant that she had been sheltered from the impact of her actions as far as possible, and she would seldom think about those unless it was spelled out to her. 

“So, any alternative punishment?” I asked, but she left that without an answer. “Then, you know what to do,” I ordered, once again the best authoritative voice I could use, but expecting her to slap me before leaving. 

Or at best, continue bargaining, which was why it was shocking enough to destroy the expression I was doing my best to maintain when her lips stayed closed and she moved forward. 

And lay on my lap without further protest. 

I said nothing for a moment, trying to process the shock. I had always been proud of being a cold and rational man, but even for my willpower, there were limits. 

Having a naked supermodel lying on my lap, waiting to be spanked was certainly enough to break those limits. Luckily, she was not looking at me, and missed my slipping expression. 

As I tried to suppress the sudden shock and elation, my hand decided to work automatically, and landed on her bottom, fulfilling my promise even as it rang in the room.

It wasn’t particularly hard, but that didn’t prevent her from moaning in pain. “It hurts.” 

Her needy moan and her obedient acceptance allowed me to control my mood, at least enough to control my voice. “Good, it’s supposed to. Otherwise, how will you learn how to act like a proper lady,” I said, spanking her again even as I did so. 

A grin appeared on my face as I continued to spank her glorious booty — which, amusingly, was not even the best booty in the outpost, that honor going to the Latina beauty currently taking an extended shower, her fame intrinsically linked to her hips. 

Cathy’s ass was still amazing, of course, but the greatest source of her fame was still her spectacular breasts. And they were too tempting to ignore, so even as I delivered the third spank to her beautiful ass, my free hand sneaked under, and grabbed her breast. 

“What are you—“ she started, only to be cut off as I twisted her nipple. Admittedly, it didn’t interrupt her like I wanted. I expected her to cry in pain, so the moan she let out, filled with almost pure pleasure, was certainly a surprise. 

Clearly, her breasts were not just beautiful, but also sensitive to an unbelievable degree. 

“A part of the punishment, of course,” I said as I slapped her ass once more, earning a pained gasp to contrast with her earlier moan. 

I didn’t know whether she disagreed with that statement, because that was the extent of her complaint as I let my fingers disappear into the amazing texture of her breasts, her reaction thick and beautiful. 

Yet, it was filled with a kind of surprise, like she seldom felt such a thing. Almost like she was very inexperienced when it came to sex. 

A thought I was quick to dismiss. It was just ridiculous for a global supermodel in her early twenties not to know the touch of a man. 

Instead of pondering on that question, I continued enjoying the beautiful sight in front of me, particularly the way Carly’s bottom was shaking after each second, or the intensity of her moans. 

“Try to keep your voice down,” I had to warn a moment later. “You don’t want your ‘friend’ to come and see you while being punished, do you?” I asked. 

“N-no,” she answered, finally twisting her neck enough to catch my gaze, her beautiful eyes filled with equal amounts of shock and desire. “She can’t see me like that!” 

Yet, just putting my hand on the small of her back softly was enough to stop her attempts of standing up. She continued to obediently lay for my next spank, but this time, her hands were pressing to her lips to suppress her moan. 

It would have been fun to tease her about her inability to hold her moans, but pity doing so was getting riskier. The combination of the door of the recreational area and the sound of the shower was loud enough to most of the voice Carly was making, but with the bathroom door broken, I didn’t want to risk it. 

So, while Carly was busy trying to suppress the delicious voices she was creating, I continued to deliver a focused assault of caresses and spanks on her curves. 

Suppressing my desire to push for even more took everything I had, and I found myself focusing on different aspects of her beauty just to ignore the temptation. Facts like surprisingly strong muscles underneath her amazing curves, suggested it wasn’t just genetics that was responsible for her figure, but also a strong regimen of diet and exercise. 

Though, that aspect failed to keep my attention for long as I continued to spank her ass, her moans getting loud enough to bypass the presence of her hands. Her skin was softer than silk under my hands, begging for me to push more and more. 

It turned out that my willpower was not as strong as I thought, as I found myself putting bigger and bigger breaks between the spanks, and filling the gaps by caressing her beautiful ass, each second pushing changing the quality of her moans more. 

Yet, she didn’t complain, making me wonder whether the absence of pain, or the intensifying pleasure that was more responsible for that particular aspect. 

However, under the great sensation of touching her, I felt that, even for a scientist, suffering that mystery was an acceptable trade-off. 

So, I focused on the amazing texture of her soft breasts as I worked on her, each second enhancing my pleasure even further. 

Yet, her reaction, getting more and more intense each second, surprised me greatly. The reason, her surprise, grew along with her pleasure, confirming my earlier guess about her relative inexperience when it came to carnal affairs. 

What a fun discovery, I thought as I stilled my fingers on her bottom, letting them slip to her wetness for the first time. 

A move that, unfortunately, proved to be a mistake even as it further confirmed her shock. She jumped off my lap in shock, her beautiful eyes wide. She looked like she wanted to run away, but unfortunately, her body chose that moment to betray her. 

My touch and the shock that accompanied it finally pushed her over the edge, triggering a beautiful climax that made her legs tremble so bad that she had to lean against the small table in front of the sofa to prevent a painful collapse. 

The view she created as she leaned forward was simply magical. Her whole body was on display, her tits, marked by my aggressive touch, swaying freely, and her ass carried the signs of my aggressive spanking, and the sight of her arousal, dripping down her legs to the floor, only made the view even more. 

It was a sight beautiful enough to be worshipped, but I didn’t miss the fact of just how she reached my earlier lack of approval. Instead of falling on my knees and worshipping her beauty, I threw her a small bundle of paper towels. 

“Clean up the mess you made, then go and take a shower,” I said as I turned and left, leaving her alone in the small recreational room. 

Alone and naked, with absolutely nothing to wear. 

The whimper she let out as I closed the door was simply beautiful.