Accidental Villainy 5 (Patreon)

I was pushing my luck. 

Seriously. 

Who in his right mind calls a super he had just met to his lap for punishment, especially for an accident that only happened before he had been teasing her naked body … after letting her towel drop. 

Yet, looking at her naked body — it had to be a part of her power, as such perfection couldn’t exist otherwise, I refused to believe — I had no choice but to do that, the temptation impossible to reject. How could I when I looked at her incredible, teardrop-shaped breasts that defied gravity in an impossible manner, crowned by her nipples? 

I just called her, sitting on my rundown mattress, the room itself an insult to such an incredible example of womanhood. 

Yet, she took a step forward, her toned legs tensing slightly under the pressure, reminding me of a dancer at the peak of her career. Her hips, no less perfect than any other part of her body, tightened just slightly as she moved. 

And, then there was her core, sopping wet, the only thing that convinced me to believe that my observation powers were actually working like they were supposed to when I read dozens of signs telling me that she was actually enjoying the treatment. 

Enjoying it immensely, even. 

Still, only when she stood in front of me and started lying down like I asked her, did I finally dare to look at her face. I would have never believed she didn’t have any makeup on her face if she hadn’t just stepped out of the shower, but she was even more beautiful without her makeup and her glasses. 

A side note, she really needed to learn how to actually put makeup, considering she managed to actually hide her beauty even from me … and I had an actual power for that. 

Her stunning features were surrounded by her long brown hair, still straight and silken after the shower, adding more to her beauty … but not as much as the demure expression she carried. 

I never remembered my pants feeling this tight, my cock hard enough to hurt as she lay on my knees. 

It took everything I had to keep my mouth to fall open in pure awe and shock, and only the knowledge that it would ruin the mood that gave me the power I needed. I could never forgive myself if I ruined the moment with such an elementary mistake. 

When I opened my mouth, I wanted to actually compile sonnets for her beauty, but what I actually said was different. “You’re lucky I’m a merciful boss. Just a quick punishment, and you’ll be forgiven,” I said as I raised my hand. 

And brought it down, the sound ringing in the empty apartment. 

She moaned. 

“I’m still disappointed, of course. I certainly expected better of you,” I added as I raised my hand once more, using every bit of willpower not to just leave it there to caress her incredible ass … or somewhere slightly lower. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” she repeated as her eyes started to shine with tears. Certainly not pain, as even with everything that was going on, I didn’t dare to hit too hard to startle her. 

I preferred my bones to stay intact. 

“I know you are, Tara. You’re a good girl,” I said as I brought my down once more. She shivered once more, but my words affected her even more than the spank. Especially the phrase good girl. “You’re a good girl, right?” I asked. 

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, her desperation as beautiful as her naked body. Well, almost as beautiful. 

“Good,” I said as I spanked her once more, but this time, I left my hand in place, soft and lingering, for several seconds rather than pulling back immediately, caressing her skin. 

As an added benefit, I was getting a better sense of her powers. I didn’t know whether she had enhanced resistance as a part of her powers, but if she did, it only worked after a certain amount of damage. 

My spanks worked just fine. 

Another spank, and this time, she gasped even louder. A fake gasp, my power helped me to recognize … concealing a moan. 

Naughty girl. 

I was literally incapable of not taking advantage of that. As her body was wracked with shivers, I placed my hand on her side, right where her waist and hips met. It didn’t help to contain those shivers. 

For the next spank, I let my fingers rest there, then let them climb up slightly, caressing her belly gently. I wanted to do much more, but I didn’t want to abandon what was working. 

Especially when it contrasted greatly with my harsher spanks. Seeing that she enjoyed them, the next one, I landed considerably harder … and in response, received a louder cry. 

I caressed her stomach for another second before I committed to what I had been desiring since I had noticed what she had been hiding under that ugly shirt — albeit the real thing turned even better than what I had imagined. My fingers climbed up, and soon, they were cupping her breasts.

The greatest I had ever touched, certainly, no matter the metric. Size, firmness, sensation, beauty … they were just ethereal. 

I had been planning to stay there only for a second to act like it was just an accident — in case she reacted negatively — but when her response was just a moan, especially one she wasn’t able to hide as a pained gasp, no power could actually make me follow that horrible plan. 

My hand stayed around her breast, rebelling against my control as my fingers squeezed her breast hard; the other landing on her perfect ass in another spank. 

And squeezed again … and again. 

“Not bad. I’m impressed with your obedience,” I said. “Just five more spanks, and you’ll be properly punished,” I said. 

“As you wish, sir,” she responded immediately … but I didn’t need the help of my power to catch her intense disappointment. My eyes widened in shock, realizing just how lucky I had been in terms of the response to my ad. 

“Or, maybe ten,” I corrected as I spanked her ass again, even harder, and my fingers stayed on her ass, dancing freely. “We don’t want you to forget your lesson too quickly, do we?” I said. 

“As you wish, sir,” she repeated, but this time, elation replaced disappointment … followed by another moan as I squeezed her nipple. At the same time, my fingers dipped slightly down around her ass, toward her wetness. 

She didn’t tense, at least not in a noticeable way. My power barely caught her reaction … but it was enough to understand that I shouldn’t be pushing too much. 

So close to heaven, yet so far away. A part of me was begging me to ignore that ethereal warning and just dip down, replace pain with pleasure … but my power had been accurate until now, and I didn’t dare to ignore it just because I was feeling impatient. 

Instead, I spanked her again while playing with her amazing breasts. It wasn’t like the consolation prize was particularly horrible. 

“Last five. Almost over,” I whispered after a few more spanks, but this time, I actually grabbed her ass, squeezing hard as I enjoyed her naked plumpness. She shuffled a bit, a vain attempt to hide her arousal, but failed spectacularly. 

Most importantly, she didn’t try to shuffle away from my touch, even when I delayed significantly before spanking her again. 

Pity the last five spanks had gone too quickly. “And, that’s the last one,” I said my hand landed for the last time. I didn’t pull my hand away, and she didn’t make a move to stand up. 

Or to push my hand on her breast. 

“Thank you, sir,” she suddenly said, which surprised me. 

“Did you enjoy it?” I suddenly asked. 

“W-what, no!” she gasped, her lie the most obvious I had ever seen. 

I wanted to laugh, but instead, I growled. “That was a lie. You just lied to me,” I said, not willing to miss that opportunity. 

“No, sir,” she answered. Yet, my statement didn’t exactly alarm her, clearly happy to receive more spanks. 

I decided to change the pace. “Stand up,” I ordered. 

“S-sir,” she stammered in shock, this time alarmed, but she still followed that order, and she stood in front of me, naked, with her hands crossed in front of her. “Don’t wrangle your hands, it makes you look anxious,” I ordered, and her hands fell to her sides, giving her full frontal nudity without the slightest obstruction. 

I made a point taking my time as I stood up. She avoided my gaze, so I cupped her chin gently and raised her head … until I was looking her directly in the eye, close enough to feel her breath on my face. “Tell me. Did you lie when I asked whether you enjoyed the spanks?” 

The way she shivered was simply marvelous. “Yes, sir. I lied. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Unfortunately, you earned another punishment,” I said, doing my best to keep my expression tight as I tried to come up with the perfect punishment. Luckily, I managed to come up with one quickly. “You’re going to clean my apartment as punishment, first thing tomorrow,” I ordered. 

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, clearly disappointed as we reached the end, but my power was telling me that I had pushed her enough for the day. 

“Good, make sure you’re here first thing in the morning,” I said, which was the last thing I had said before she left … but, naturally, I made sure to watch every slow, lingering move as she quietly dressed… ‘

All around, a rather excellent first day.