Plugged And Punished

Peyton barges into Nadia’s room only to find the bed made and the window wide open. When Nadia finally slips back inside, Peyton’s ready. “Fine,” she snaps. “Apparently a grounding doesn’t cut it. Pants down, now.” Nadia hesitates, but obeys. Peyton yanks her panties lower—and freezes. A shiny butt plug catches the light, nestled between Nadia’s cheeks. Peyton’s mouth goes dry. Heat flashes through her. She raises her palm and brings it down hard, the slap ringing. Nadia gasps, hips jerking. Another smack, then another; each one makes the plug shift, and Nadia’s soft whimpers turn into moans. Peyton’s breathing quickens as she watches Nadia’s skin flush pink. The punishment shifts, suddenly slower, more purposeful. Her free hand lingers on the heated flesh, fingers tracing the edge of the plug. Nadia pushes back against the touch. Within seconds they’re both lost, the spanking forgotten, replaced by hungry touches and urgent need as they tumble onto the bed together.