Page 111 of Whirlwind

She abruptly pulled up Nina’s skirt, knowing that she would feel more exposed if she stayed mostly dressed. Nina was wearing a plain set of teal cotton panties, nothing special, but delectable stretched over this particular shapely ass.

“I like your panties,” Angel crooned. “Did you wear them just for me?” She traced one firm globe and then the other. “Did you walk up the stairs in front of me just so I could look up your short little skirt?”

Nina shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. It was probably too many questions in the middle of the role play. The answer didn’t really matter, though. Just the feeling behind it. “Words, baby.”

“I didn’t know you were watching me,” Nina whispered breathlessly.

Angel squeezed the two firm cheeks, stroking over them and then gripping with her fingers. The shape was curvier and fuller than before, and she wanted to memorize it. “I don’t believe you, slut. You know that I watch you all the time, right? I’ve seen you acting all innocent when you bend over to pick something up. But you know that I’m watching your sexy little ass, don’t you? You’re just waiting to flash those panties at me.”

Nina nodded.

“Say it, slut.”

“I knew you were watching my… ass when I was walking up the stairs.”

“That’s right, baby. I watch you all the time. Every second. And I see how you want me.” She slid one finger under the waistband. “Now, how do naughty girls get spanked?” she asked.

Nina pressed up into her hand, and it took her a moment to answer. “However you want?”

“That’s right,” Angel confirmed. She’d been expecting to hear something about removing that thin layer of cloth, but this was better. She yanked the panties down. “On your bare little ass.”

All of the massaging had already brought Nina’s blood to the surface, but she knew she could make it redder. “I’m going to spank you until you cry, pretty girl,” she warned. “Tell me you want that.”

“Please, um, Angel.” She stumbled over the new name, but didn’t hesitate in asking for what she wanted. “Please spank me so I can be good for you again.”

“That’s right. And then everything will be washed away. Remember your safeword.”

Nina whimpered, and that was all the consent that she needed. She brought one hand down in a stinging slap.

Nina cried out beautifully, her voice husky and sweet.

“Quiet,” Angel snapped. “You don’t want the dorm heads hearing you. If someone comes in, I’ll have to tell them that you hurt yourself, but then you’ll have to make it up to me later.”

There was no way that anyone could hear them over the din in the bar, but it didn’t matter. It was the idea that was important. The possibility of getting caught. The impossibility of remaining silent.

Nina gasped desperately and turned her face into the blanket where it hung off the edge of the bed. Angel brushed her hair behind her ear so that she could see every expression. She would be gorgeous trying to stifle her moans, and that blanket wouldn’t be enough.

With her other hand, Angel massaged over the handprint she’d left, helping Nina to absorb the pain and turn it into something else. She slapped the other side, reveling in the low grunt that made it through the thick blankets.

She stroked and smoothed over the mark. She’d always been amazed by Nina’s pale skin. The way that she could mark it so easily.

Before the first time they’d even kissed, she’d teased and poked at Nina, watching for every sign of interest. Instead of romancing the younger student, Angel had pinched her hard through her uniform shirt, then demanded that she open the buttons so she could see if she was alright. Nina had looked up at her, with such shy embarrassment mingled with needy desire that it had driven all thoughts of anyone else from her head for the rest of the year.

There had been a beautiful pink spot, and she’d added another one before grabbing Nina’s tie and smashing their mouths together. That first time, Nina had come on her lap, with nothing but their tongues intertwined, a frantic grope over the seam of her uniform pants, and Angel’s sharp, pinching fingers leaving marks wherever they went.

Nina had been perfect for her then, and she still was, now. She landed another sharp smack where she’d placed the first one, soothed it, and then set up a steady rhythm.

Nina’s startled cries that fell into the blanket slowly turned into a continuous, breathy moan. “Quiet, slut. If someone hears you and knocks on this door, you won’t like the consequences.”

“Sorry,” Nina mumbled. She let her head fall down, her hair cascading over the back of her head. Angel wondered if she was biting her lip or her tongue to stay quiet, and briefly switched hands to toss the hair back over her shoulder again. Nina’s eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was open and gasping.

Angel switched her hands back, then raked her fingernails across the heated skin of her ass. She wanted to hear Nina’s muted scream and feel her grind against her thigh as she tried to escape and embrace the pain.

Angel laid down the next slap even harder, driving the air from Nina’s lungs. She wanted her to come, but not before she was crying.

She spanked equally hard on the other side. Her own hand was stinging now, but that was exactly as it should be. It was a connection. They both needed to be cleansed of the past.

She struck again, right where Nina’s round ass met her thighs. The girl tried to squirm away and Angel braced her forearm over her back. That desperate attempt to escape was always Nina’s signal that she needed to be held a little tighter.