Getting Some Disciplinary Action

Emma was never shy about proving herself. She liked the way Julie watched her—quiet, curious, like a test she wanted to pass with extra credit. So when she spotted the plain package on the corner of the desk, she tore it open without a second thought. A sleek, heavy dildo slid into her palm, still cold from shipping. Julie’s footsteps hit the carpet behind her before Emma could hide it. No scolding came. Instead, Julie’s mouth curved. She stepped in close, took the toy from Emma’s hand, and set it aside like something she planned to use later. Her fingers found Emma’s blouse first, slipping buttons loose until the lace of her bra showed, then lower, until both hands cupped the full weight of her tits, thumbs brushing over already-tight nipples. Emma’s breath caught. Julie guided her back against the desk, lifted her skirt, and pushed two fingers straight into her. No teasing. Just the sudden stretch and the wet sound that followed every thrust. Julie’s mouth stayed by Emma’s ear, murmuring what a good girl she was for taking it so deep. She worked her fingers harder, curling until Emma’s hips jerked and her knees buckled against the polished wood. When Julie finally reached for the toy, she didn’t hand it over. She pressed it to Emma’s mouth first, watching her lips part, then slid it between her thighs, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes while her free hand kept Emma’s tits in her grip. The desk creaked. Papers scattered. Julie didn’t stop until Emma came hard enough to leave fingerprints on the edge of the wood.