Hibiscus (2)
I brewed another cup of hibiscus tea. Much stronger than the one I'd just made. The main ingredient was the same, but this time I added dried apples during steeping and a generous dollop of honey. Warm steam rose faintly from the surface of the ruby-red liquid, like autumn leaves. Holding the cup, I approached the bed where Claudia lay.
From her complexion and condition, it seemed she'd come to after drinking the cool tea... though I had no idea when that was, or why she was still pretending to suffer from heatstroke. One thing I'd learned: her acting was terribly clumsy and awkward.
"Here, Claudia."
I held out the cup to her. She gazed up at me with eyes brimming with anticipation.
"Drink it while it's warm. All of it."
I phrased it as a suggestion, but my tone was closer to a command. As the cup neared her lips, she murmured,
"Th-this... d-definitely... has s-something... a d-drug in it..."
I repeated myself—the ingredients were identical.
"Drink it while it's warm."
Ignoring her question, I pressed the cup gently but firmly to her lips with a hint of coercion.
"N-no, mmph, ah, d-don't..."
She protested that she couldn't, yet her mouth opened obediently. The atmosphere wasn't much different from moments ago, but it felt perilously charged now. Gulp, gulp, gulp—Claudia swallowed the tea far more urgently, heightening the tension. Good thing I'd let it cool enough not to burn her tongue.
Now was the moment to say something that would thrill her.
"This is your punishment from me, so you can't leave any. Drink it all, Claudia."
"Mmmph, h-hah, mmf—♡ Mmmmmm, mph..."
Her mouth was too full as she drained the cup, her response reduced to muffled sounds.
"Pahaa, ha, heee, hek—♡ Heee, heh, heeeek—♡"
Had I overdone the honey? A thick, sweet scent wafted from her breath after she swallowed the last drop.
"You emptied the cup perfectly. Good girl."
"Wh-what... d-did you p-put in the t-tea...?"
"Well... simply put, it's something that makes you feel good."
It slightly raised body temperature and relaxed tension, after all.
"Ah, uuu...♡ F-feeling g-good... w-with Teacher Theo...♡"
She interpreted it exactly as she wanted to hear. Of course.
"...Then let's continue."
I set the cup on the bedside table and pondered my next move. Did I really need to overthink it? Yesterday was her breasts. So today...?
Got it.
"Lie on your stomach."
"Eek, mmph...♡ Y-yes, yesss..."
She shuddered once, then pushed herself up and flipped over without question, obediently sprawling prone on the bed. The hem of her skirt draped over her hips, with stockings visible through the slits on either side. Without a word, I placed my right hand atop her enormous, round ass.
"Heep, u, ut...♡"
Just simple contact, yet I felt her body quiver through my palm. Calmly, I moved my hand, tracing the outline of her cloth-covered ass, that perfect round curve. I kept my hand above her slender waist. Along her smooth pelvis, through the slit in the fabric... to her stocking-clad thighs.
"Your ass is quite big, Claudia. And your thighs are thick too."
"S-sor, sorry... L-lately, I've p-put on a l-little w-weight... I think..."
"No. This is just right. Nice and soft when I touch it like this."
This was something I'd noticed last time when I disciplined her. Even when I slammed my hips forward roughly to the hilt, her soft, yielding flesh cushioned it perfectly. The texture under my fingers now—that give—was exactly that padding. Probably from lack of exercise, but from my perspective... more cushioning was better.
"Lift your hips a little."
I stroked her ass as she lay prone on the bed, then gave the order. Her response was immediate.
"Y-yes, u, ut♡ L-like th-this... i-is it okay...?"
She arched her back slightly, using her knees for support, slowly raising her massive ass. Both filled my view completely, but breasts and ass felt utterly different. Breasts enveloped softly; this had more presence, more power, more insistence.
I grasped the fabric of her skirt draped between her thighs and hiked it up. Stockings encased her legs, with black panties covering the center.
"Spread your legs a bit more, Claudia."
"Hoo, hooah—♡ S-so emb-barrassing...♡"
"But it feels good, right?"
Urging her on, I gripped her plump, soft thighs with both hands and nudged them outward.
"Eek, eek, th-this is... b-because of the d-drug, it f-feels good...♡"
Right—the placebo effect. Believing it worked could make it real. Anyway, she eventually parted her legs just enough for my hand to slip in.
Skirt out of the way, next came the stockings. Last time, impatience led me to rip them; not today. I hooked the top edge around her waist and carefully rolled them down... stopping at her thighs and knees. That was enough to fill my sight with her pale, massive ass.
"Hoo... hoo, hooah, u...♡ Hooo, hoo—♡"
Her lower body elevated to my command, upper body buried in the bed. Each deep breath made her well-fleshed ass tremble faintly. Today, as always, one cheek per hand. I grasped her ass fully.
"Heeeup—♡ U, grut..."
"So soft. Incredibly plush."
Breasts have no bone, free to knead any way. But ass? Bone structure under that skin and fat you feel and mold. This thick layer over her wide pelvic bones existed to absorb impact. And that "impact" pointed to something rather explicit.
"You neglect your walks, so things like this happen, Claudia. Your body weakens from the heat, and you end up in the infirmary getting punished by me."
Not the best thing to say while gripping her ass, but... occupational hazard, I guess.
"S-sor, sorry... u, ut..."
I tightened my fingers, spreading her cheeks subtly. Instinctively embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
"Don't close your legs."
"...Y-yes...♡"
One word from me, and she surrendered.
"So you need to walk and exercise diligently to avoid this happening again, right?"
"Ha... y-yes, I will..."
She answered readily, but that wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"But... walking would slim down this flesh here too."
I guess I was the type satisfied with just the right grip, whether breasts or ass. Or maybe most men were.
"Wouldn't that be a shame? Like last time, when I thrust deep. All the way."
I referenced our past without being too blunt, ensuring she'd get it.
"Your ass pressing against my hips, flattening. No matter how rough or fast I pounded, that soft flesh cushioned it painlessly."
"Hee, u♡ B-but th-that was p-punishment...♡"
"Exactly. And you're being punished now too."
As I spoke, I hooked a finger under her black panties. Her position hid her face, but I could picture it. Those twitching lips she couldn't suppress. Definitely.
"What will you do? Exercise diligently and lose this flesh? Or... keep it, since it's only useful during punishments like this?"
I teased her shame just enough. Oh, but my hands weren't idle—slowly dragging her panties down. Past her ass now, nearly to her knees, something familiar gleamed between fabric and pussy. A thick, sticky silver thread stretched long, unbroken. Her head must have been full of filthy fantasies; the heavy, sweet scent of her thick nectar proved it. Not from my tea.
"Hoo—♡ Hoo, hooah—♡ I, I, Iii♡"
I cut her off the moment her arousal was exposed, as she made her choice.
"Ah, no need to answer now."
I slid her panties to join the stockings at her knees, then pressed closer.
"You can decide after today's punishment."
Finishing too soon wouldn't let me satisfy her properly. I dropped my pants. Gripping her elevated hips, I pulled her lightly toward me. My glans touched slick mucosa. She'd been trembling with sweet anticipation; now she openly craved her punishment.
"Hiii, u, uu♡ P-punish...♡ F-for lewdly m-misinterpreting y-your kindness and f-fantasizing... the p-punishment I d-deserve...♡"
Time to give this masochistic apprentice saintess, stuffed with depraved desire, her due. I started slow, easing my hips forward into her hot, sticky depths.
"Hee♡ Hee, greep, o, ohooo, o...♡"
The moment insertion began, Claudia climaxed instantly. Her thighs, spread wide against my legs, twitched wildly as her hands barely clutched the sheets.
"Claudia? This is punishment. You didn't just cum right at the start, did you?"
"N-nooo...♡ N-never d-done th-that bef-foreee...♡"
Her entrance clenched greedily around my glans, visibly trying to swallow me.
"If it's too hard to hold back the pleasure, I'll help you."
Ah, meaning I'd make it easier for her to feel good, naturally. I pushed slowly into her gripping depths. Deliberately controlling pace, I nudged her insides lightly with my glans—tap, tap.
With her pussy a minefield of sensitive spots, Claudia couldn't endure this gentle torment.
"Hooooup—♡ Hee, groooup, gr, grut...♡"
Oh, trying hard to hold back? Her willpower was...
"Ugrut♡ O♡ O♡ Ooo♡"
Piiiish—♡ Splurt—♡ Psh, psh, psh—♡
"...Huh."
From between her legs—clenching inward then flaring open repeatedly—a gush of squirt erupted.
"Heh, heeee—♡ Heeeek, s-sor, ry♡ S-sorryyy♡"
Her massive ass quaking, Claudia clenched fiercely around my glans in uncontrollable orgasm. She unleashed three consecutive squirts, dark stains blooming vividly on the sheets. Tongue lolling, slurring apologies.
No different from last time. If anything, worse... It felt less like punishing her and more like training. Was this right? But with Claudia looking so blissed out before me—sprawled on the bed, panting raggedly in orgasmic afterglow, utterly erotic—I put the question aside.
First, finish this. Think later.