And then there was a crack! of sound and a sharp spike of sensation against my right cheek, and I screamed at the first slap of Khell's broad palm on my ass. His touch returned to soothe, stroking my bare skin, a deep burn following the first strike.

I took a breath, ready to remark on his lack of warning, only to be cut off.

Crack!

I gasped, and Khell chuckled, squeezing both cheeks in his two hands, massaging the flesh. And of course, he was right—the heat of the slaps went right down into my cunt, making me achy and warm. The pain was brief and it only left heat and awareness behind.

"Pink now, but that won't last long," Khell said, mostly to himself.

"Is this meant to discourage house parties?" I joked, but the catch in my voice made it a pretty obvious lie. If anything, this might mean I needed to find more friends to invite over regularly.

Crack!

I moaned and let my head fall forward.

Crack!

"Ahh!"

Khell started massaging me immediately again. "I didn't know the custom as a sprout, but my parents hosted parties at least once a week. And we were always going to some. Orcs are very social."

I laughed at that, then cried out again as Khell spanked me once, twice, and then again and again until I was shaking and trying to drag myself away. He held me by my waist and softened the repetitive slaps with strokes and squeezes from his hot palm until I was soft and sagging.

"Do you need another pillow?"

The angle was awkward and the floor was still hard under the pillow and rug, but…but I liked being uncomfortable. I shook my head.

Khell rewarded me with two quick smacks on one cheek, before switching hands and evening me out.

My ass was fire hot, and I was panting and babbling at the floor. And my sex was wet. I could feel the air against my clit, the pulse of arousal.

"Make me come," I whispered.

"Hmmm." Crack!

"Khell!"

"I don't know…" Crack!

I arched and tried to tilt my hips down, as if I could force contact.

"Well now, look at you. Your cunt is begging," Khell said, chuckling, the bastard.

"Beast."

"Pet."

I whined and scratched at the rug in front of me.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

I shuddered, and Khell growled.

"Be honest, you'll come just from this," Khell said.

He was probably right, but I wanted his touch on my clit. I wanted his cock inside of me.

"Fuck me," I said, an order in the words. Surely he wouldn't turn down—