NSFW Extra - Solo Pirating - Perona's lesson - Part 3/4 (Patreon)

The impact  of the paddle made Perona gasp, her body jerking against her restraints. Robin's excitement grew with each strike, her own breath becoming more labored.

"Do you like that?" Robin taunted, her eyes gleaming. "Answer me, Perona."

Perona bit her lip, refusing to give Robin the satisfaction. Another sharp smack landed on her ass, leaving a red mark. Perona's flesh rippled with each strike, her cheeks reddening with the force. "Answer me," Robin repeated, her voice firmer.

"Y-yes," Perona finally gasped, her voice barely a whisper. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-lidded with a combination of pain and pleasure.

"Good girl," Robin purred. She continued to spank Perona, each smack making her captive's body writhe and shudder. Robin's own arousal intensified, a small moan escaping her lips as she felt the trickle of her juices running down her inner thigh. "You need to learn some respect, don’t you?"

Perona’s breaths came in ragged gasps, her body betraying her as the mixture of pain and pleasure intensified. Her nipples were now fully erect, her pussy visibly wetter with each strike. "I-I don’t need to learn anything from you," she managed to say, though her defiance was weakening. Her voice wavered, betraying her true feelings.

Robin smirked, delivering another hard smack. "Oh, I think you do. You need to learn who’s in charge here."

Perona’s body jerked with each strike, her resolve crumbling under the relentless spanking. "P-please, stop," she whimpered, her voice breaking. Her eyes were teary, but her arousal was undeniable, her pussy dripping onto the contraption she was bound to.

"Not until you admit you’ve been a naughty girl," Robin said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Her own breath hitched, her arousal almost as intense as Perona's. She could feel the heat building between her own legs, the evidence of her excitement dripping onto the floor.

"I-I’ve been naughty," Perona finally admitted, her voice trembling. "Please, Robin, I’m sorry."

Robin slowed her strikes, letting the paddle rest against Perona’s reddened skin. "That’s better," she said softly. "Now, let’s see if you can behave yourself."

Robin's gloved fingers began to explore Perona's exposed body, tracing delicate patterns across her heated skin. Her touch was both tender and teasing, a stark contrast to the harsh spanks from earlier. Perona's breaths came in shallow gasps as Robin's fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

"You need to learn patience," Robin murmured, her voice low and seductive. Her fingers trailed down Perona's stomach, lingering just above her dripping pussy. Perona squirmed in her restraints, desperate for Robin's touch. "Please, Robin," she whimpered, her voice filled with longing.

Robin smirked, her fingers finally dipping between Perona's slick folds. She began to rub slow, deliberate circles around Perona's clit, careful not to give her too much stimulation. Perona's hips bucked involuntarily, trying to increase the pressure, but Robin pulled back, denying her the release she so desperately craved.

"Patience, Perona," Robin chided softly, her fingers continuing their torturous dance. Perona's moans grew louder, her body trembling with need. Robin's own arousal intensified, a warm wetness spreading between her legs as she watched Perona's desperate reactions. She glanced at Moria, whose eyes gleamed with approval and desire.

Feeling bolder, Robin leaned in closer, her breath hot against Perona's ear. "You want more, don’t you?" she whispered, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of Perona's ear. Perona moaned loudly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Yes, Mistress Robin," she begged, her voice barely more than a breathless gasp.

Robin's tongue traveled down Perona's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake. She paused briefly to suck on Perona's hardened nipples before continuing her descent. Her gloved hand never stopped its relentless teasing, keeping Perona on the edge of orgasm. Robin’s own wetness seeped through her crotchless pantyhose, dripping onto the floor as her excitement grew.

Finally, Robin's tongue reached Perona's pussy. She flicked it lightly over Perona's swollen clit, drawing a cry of pleasure from her captive. Robin’s tongue moved with expert precision, alternating between gentle licks and firm, insistent strokes. Perona's moans filled the room, her body arching towards Robin's mouth. "Please, let me cum," Perona begged, her voice breaking with desperation.

Robin pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with Perona's arousal. "Not yet," she murmured, her fingers replacing her tongue. She plunged two fingers deep into Perona's wet heat, curling them to hit just the right spot. Perona’s body convulsed, her cries growing more frantic as she teetered on the edge of release.

Robin’s tongue resumed its torturous teasing, her fingers pumping in and out of Perona's pussy. The combined sensations drove Perona wild, her body straining against the restraints. "Please, Mistress Robin, I need to cum," she pleaded, tears of frustration and desire streaming down her cheeks.

Robin smirked, increasing the pace of her fingers and the pressure of her tongue. She could feel Perona's body tensing, every muscle tightening in anticipation. Just as Perona was about to tip over the edge, Robin pulled away entirely, leaving her gasping and writhing in denied pleasure.

"Not yet," Robin said firmly, her own arousal dripping from her pussy, visible through the crotchless pantyhose. "You’ll have to beg better than that." She watched Perona’s desperate, needy expression with a mixture of satisfaction and sadistic delight, knowing the power she held over her.

Perona's eyes, filled with a mix of frustration and longing, met Robin's. "Please, Mistress Robin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything. Just please, let me cum."

Robin smiled, a sense of victory washing over her. "Good girl," she purred, her fingers returning to Perona's aching pussy. "Now, let's see if you can earn it."

Before she could continue, shadow tendrils wrapped around her wrist, stopping her movement. Both women turned to see Moria, now naked, stepping into the dim light. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the shadows, and his chiseled abs made Robin and Perona's arousal intensify at the sight.

Perona's eyes widened with desperation. "Please, Lord Moria, I need your cock," she begged, her voice dripping with lust.

Moria smirked, shaking his head. "I think not," he replied smoothly. "Only Robin has been a good girl."