Snowbound Discipline

The first thick flakes whipped against the chalet windows while I adjusted the softbox, but all I could focus on was Lena’s ass. She stood in nothing but white lace panties and thigh-high stockings, pretending to check her phone, the curve of her hips begging for my hands. The mountain storm had cut the power twice already, trapping us here for the night with only the fireplace and my growing hard-on.

“These shots aren’t working,” I said, voice low. “You look too… safe.”

Lena glanced over her shoulder, dark hair spilling across one bare breast. Her nipples were already tight from the chill.

“Safe how, Alex? Tell me what you want.”

I stepped closer, smelling her warm skin and the faint vanilla of her lotion. My palm brushed the small of her back.

“I want these cheeks red before I fuck you. That’s the look the client paid for—raw, punished, glowing.”

Her breath hitched. A slow smile curved her lips.

“Then stop talking and do it, photographer.”

I didn’t hesitate. I guided her to the heavy oak table by the fire, bent her forward so her tits pressed against the cool wood. The first smack landed sharp and loud, my open hand cracking across her right cheek. Lena gasped, rising onto her toes.

“Fuck… harder,” she whispered.

I gave her what she asked for. My palm rained down in steady rhythm—left, right, left—watching her juicy ass bloom pink, then deeper rose. Each spank made her pussy lips peek between her thighs, already slick and shining. The heat of her skin burned against my hand. Between strikes I rubbed slow circles, feeling her tremble.

“Count them for me, Lena.”

“One… two… oh god, three…” Her voice shook. On the tenth she pushed her ass back, silently begging. I hooked my fingers in the lace and yanked the panties to her knees. Her shaved pussy was drenched, clit swollen and begging.

I slid two fingers inside her without warning, curling them against that soft spot while my other hand kept spanking. Wet sounds filled the chalet, mixing with her broken moans and the crackle of the fire.

“Yes—right there—don’t stop spanking me while you finger my pussy,” she panted.

Her walls clamped tight around my fingers as the first orgasm ripped through her. I felt every pulse, every shiver. When she sagged against the table I pulled my cock free, thick and leaking. I rubbed the head along her dripping slit, teasing her clit until she whined.

“Inside me, Alex. Please.”

I drove in with one thrust, burying every inch in her tight, spanked heat. The smack of my hips against her sore ass made her cry out. I fucked her slow and deep at first, savoring how her pussy fluttered and sucked me in. Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so I could watch her face while I picked up speed.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Make it hurt so good.”

I spanked her in time with my thrusts—sharp slaps that turned her cheeks cherry red. Her juices ran down my balls. The smell of sex and woodsmoke wrapped around us. I felt her second climax building, her cunt squeezing me like a fist.

“Come on my cock, Lena. Let me feel it.”

She shattered again, screaming my name, body shaking so hard I had to hold her up. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own release. When it hit I pulled out at the last second and painted her glowing, punished ass with thick ropes of cum, watching it drip down her crack and over her still-twitching pussy.

We stayed like that, breathing hard, the storm howling outside.

Lena looked back at me, eyes half-lidded, a wicked little smile playing on her lips.

“These photos are going to be incredible,” she murmured, voice husky. “But the night’s still young… and my other cheek is barely pink.”