Slacking on the job - part 2

Julia Hunter pulls the glass out of reach, leaves Katia staring at empty fingers. Katia comes around the counter anyway. She catches Julia’s wrist, spins her, bends her over the marble. The skirt rides up. Katia tugs the thong aside and spits once, rubs it in with two fingers. She works them deep, curls, drags the edge of her nail along the front wall until Julia jerks. When Julia tries to rise, Katia plants a palm between her shoulder blades and holds her down. Katia opens the drawer, finds the wooden spoon she used that morning for sauce. She drags the smooth curve over Julia’s ass, lets her feel the shape. Then she starts: sharp, quick taps that bloom into darker pink, then harder strokes that land with a flat crack. Julia’s thighs tremble. She bites her own arm to stay quiet. Katia pauses only to reach between Julia’s legs, three fingers now, spreading her open while the other hand keeps the rhythm on her skin. The bruises rise in narrow bands across the pale flesh. Julia’s cunt tightens around Katia’s knuckles every time the spoon lands. She comes once without warning, sudden and wet, clenching so hard Katia has to hold her up. Katia keeps fucking her through it, spoon still tapping, lighter now, almost playful, marking the spots that will darken later. When she finally stops, she slides her fingers out slow, wipes them across Julia’s ass so the marks stay slick.