Cassius's palm lingered on her searing flesh, his fingers spreading over the curve of her reddened cheek as he squeezed, kneading it as though testing the quality of a prize cut of meat.
Julie whimpered into her arm, her entire body trembling with the humiliation of being handled this way. Her ass throbbed from the repeated slaps, the heat spreading deeper, making her feel exposed in every sense.
His voice came low, mocking and sharp.
"Hnn...listen to you. Whimpering, shaking, begging. And yet this ass…" He gave her cheek a firm squeeze that made her gasp. "…it's still sticking up for me like it's proud to be displayed. You claim to be a role model...but tell me, Julie, what kind of commander wriggles her ass in a man's lap like a slut who's begging for it?"
Julie's breath caught, her voice pitching into a frantic whine. "N-No, don't call me that, Cassius! I'm not, I'm not a slut! I-It's just...I can't help it when you touch me there, it burns, it's too much!"
SMACK!
