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I was tempted to just push back Nancy, enjoying the perks of permanent access to a perky, lively redhead who embodied every cheese cliches about her hair color. 

But that would have made me miss an excellent opportunity to discipline her, where I have a perfect reason — her disrespect to Penny despite her helping existence — perfect leverage — pulling back from the pro-bono event I promised — and not to mention the mood — one that she put herself in after watching my morning fun with Penny. 

The fact that Penny was watching, making it an excellent two-for-the-price-of-one kind of lesson was just icing on the cake. 

I had to be an idiot to miss such a beautiful opportunity to teach her a lesson. 

 “Are you ready to apologize properly?” I said even as I let my gaze dance over her body, enjoying the way she trembled. 

“Properly?” she said, the question enough to inflame her anger for a moment. “What do you mean, properly?” 

“You decided to use pain to teach cute little Penny a lesson,” I said, which made her face alight in alarm. I was quick to explain. “And while I’m not asshole enough to make you pay back with pain, a little discomfort is not out of question.” 

“You can’t expect me to” she started, only to be silenced when I raised my hand sharply. 

“I’m not expecting anything from you. I’m giving you a choice to maintain our willingness to waste a full day helping you. It’s your choice to pick.” 

“But… You can’t cancel now.” 

“Well, you should have thought that before torturing poor Penny,” I said even as I crossed my arms, hovering above her domineeringly. “It’s time for a choice.” 

“Please,” she gasped. 

“Come on, sweetie,” I said even as I put my hand on her shoulder. “You just need to show how sorry you are, and we can continue. I’m even going to let you pick the method yourself, as long as it’s properly convincing.” 

While Nancy tried to come to a decision, I stretched, using the opportunity to look at Penny without either of them noticing, only to see Penny watching the proceedings with a shocked expression, though with an undertone of satisfaction. 

“What do I need to do," Nancy asked after twenty seconds. 

“You’re a smart girl, honey,” I said as I smiled at her deviously. “I’m sure you can figure it out.” Just to help her more, I took a step forward, which brought my bulge very close to her beautiful face. 

She didn’t answer, but she was smart enough to understand the implications. A resigned expression on her face, her hand reached to my belt, and after a slight fumbling of her trembling fingers, she freed my shaft. 

“Good choice,” I said even as her fingers hovered around my shaft, her lips nearing to deliver a little kiss to the head. “Now, prove to me just how sorry you are.” She looked at me questioningly, the angle making the sight considerably more erotic, especially with the helpless anger that was shining in her eyes. 

"I-I-um-I..." Nancy stammered for a moment as she considered her commitment, but ultimately, it didn’t take long for her to commit to a decision that was already made. She leaned forward, her tight lips wrapping around my girth. 

"Good girl," I purred in satisfaction, the earlier authoritative tone replaced by satisfaction. I even patted her head, which earned another flare of anger. 

However, that didn’t prevent her from continuing her self-assigned strategy of earning forgiveness. After all, it was hardly the first time she was exploring my shaft. She trembled as she moved forward, while I let my fingers slip down, caressing her cheek, condescending yet effective. 

Patience was a virtue, but knowing and applying were two different subjects. I fought with my desire to grab her beautiful hair, pushing my shaft deep into her mouth until it invaded her beautiful throat completely rather than waiting for her slow, hesitant technique to bring me anywhere near completion. 

It would no doubt work with her confusion, but it wouldn’t give the sense of achievement of her obedient surrender. No, I wanted my disobedient model to act in her own volition to show proper obedience. 

After a minute, she pulled back, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, before opening her eyes and looking up, with a hopeful look in her eyes. However, meeting with my steely expression, she just shuffled in her seat.

“What, that’s all you could manage?” I asked with a dismissive tone. 

Teasing her had the exact information I was hoping for. Her anger flared, easily suppressing her concerns. Her lips parted as she leaned forward, capturing the crown with a renewed determination. 

A comfortable warmth wrapped around my girth as a guttural sound of satisfaction escaped my mouth. It might be a power play, but I had no problems encouraging her with the signs of her impressive success. 

Especially since Penny was still watching me from outside with a shocked expression. A little competition was only fair, after all. 

I groaned in pleasure repeatedly as her head bobbed around my shaft, going deeper inch by inch. It was yet to reach an impressive level, but her steady development was very impressive. As my moans got stronger, her eyes opened once more, trying to catch my expression, her gaze enhancing my joy even more. 

“You’re doing well enough,” I said. “You don’t need to push yourself too much if that’s all you can handle.” 

I smirked when I felt her hands land on my thighs, her grip tight. The ease I could use her belligerent mood for my benefit was shockingly easy, to a point that would have been boring if the result was anything other than a sexy redhead trying to swallow the entirety of my shaft. 

She ignored my growing amusement as she tightened her grip further before pulling herself even deeper, finally pushing into her throat. After a few gags, she pulled back, but before I could fear whether she changed her mind, her tongue was out, giving a soft lick across my length. Then, she restarted her bobbing.   

It was good, delicious even, but unfortunately, when she managed to reach the two-thirds mark, her progress stalled. She was still bobbing back and forth, but with no attempt to swallow more. “Come on, sweetheart, you were doing so well, swallow the rest,” I teased. 

At my words, she tried to go even deeper. Unfortunately, her repeated attempts failed to bring any reasonable success, so I decided to help her. 

I made a show of sighing loudly even as I grabbed her head. “It seems that you still need some help. You’re lucky that I’m a helpful person,” I said, though she didn’t grasp until my next words. “Try not to faint.” 

Her eyes widened as she processed my message, but it was too late to react. Not only my hands were there to prevent her escape, but also I was already pulling her deeper. She gagged as my shaft invaded her throat, slightly harder than I would have done under different circumstances. 

But considering I was also putting a show for Penny, who was watching the proceedings with a passionate expression, I decided to apply a harder touch. 

As I pushed her head, a warm tightness wrapped my shaft, good enough to deserve the word ‘heavenly’ for its description. I forced her deeper still, ignoring her ineffectual pushes in protest, her gagging as she tried to resist was music to my ears. 

Then, I turned toward Penny, who was still watching from the window. This time, however, I didn’t bother hiding my gaze, turning directly. Her eyes widened, but before she could escape, I gestured with my finger, calling her to enter the room. 

The innocent expression of shock as she realized she had been caught was simply marvelous, her blush rising immediately to contrast with her beautiful hair, but contrasting greatly with her brave warrior costume. 

However, her shyness didn’t prevent her from following my order when I repeated the gesture with one hand, the other still around Nancy’s head as I pulled her tight, invading her throat repeatedly. 

Nancy’s gagging suppressed the whisper that occurred as Penny silently opened the door, walking closer hesitantly. I eased the pressure a bit only when Penny stood in front of her, and when Nancy opened her eyes, her eyes widened, their expression of shock matching beautifully. 

“What the hell-” Nancy started as I pulled out my shaft, only to shut up when I exploded on her face, covering it with a generous dose of my seed. 

“You need to apologize to Penny directly, so I called her, of course,” I said mockingly, enjoying the expression of shock as she found herself humiliated with a stained face. 

“You can’t expect me to-” Nancy started, starting like a whisper, but getting louder with each word. I interrupted her by pressing my hand to her lips. 

“Be careful, you don’t want to pull an audience in your current state,” I warned, and she was silenced. “And, of course, I expect you to apologize, unless you want us to turn back and abort your precious event. Penny deserved that much.” 

“She doesn’t have to-” Penny started, but a glance was enough to silence her. 

“No, sweetie, you want to be a model, you can’t be one unless you learn how to defend yourself socially. It’s a cutthroat business,” I explained. 

“But…” Nancy started, but under the weight of her career and my stern gaze, her argument faded. “I’m sorry, Penny, for lashing out.” 

“Thanks,” Penny murmured. 

“Barely enough,” I commented with a chuckle. “You’re lucky that Penny is a good girl.” 

Nancy stood with a sigh, wanting to extract herself from the defeat, but before she could go, I grabbed her wrist. “No need to hurry up,” I said with a smirk. “Since we’re here, why don’t we have a practice shoot first, to make sure you girls can work together…”