The blindfolding game: Part 3 (The spanking)
Pam is practically panting now, still blindfolded, one hand hastily rubbing her own clit as she listens.
“Can I—” Pam interjects. “Can I ride him too?” Kaori’s head whips around. “Oh, baby… you sure?” Pam nods shakily. “I want to. I want to know what it’s like.”
June whispers, “Then we’ll help you. You don’t even need to take off your blindfold.”
Pam crawls toward Riley, legs trembling, cunt soaked. Kaori guides her. Ashley helps hold her steady. Pam’s breath hitches as Kaori lines her up.
And then—
She sinks down.
“Oh my god—” Pam gasps, voice breaking. “He’s… he’s so big.”
Riley groans, nearly choking on air. “Who—who is that—?” Kaori leans in, whispering, “Guess.” Riley, whimpering, barely holding on, says, “P-Pam?”
Pam moans. “Yes…”
And Riley finally breaks.
Their cock throbs deep inside her, and they cum hard—spurting deep, blindfolded, cuffed, overwhelmed.
Pam gasps, trembling, filled, holding on as Kaori holds her hips steady.
From beside them, June tsks.
“Oh no,” she says. “You came before your turn with me?”
She cracks her palm against Riley’s thigh. “Looks like we’ll definitely be spanking that twink ass now.”
Riley is slumped in the chair, breath ragged, still twitching inside Pam as the aftershocks roll through them. A huge load of cum leaks down Pam’s inner thighs as she clings to Riley’s shoulders, dazed and flushed, blindfold still on. She hasn’t moved yet—she enjoys the way they feel inside her, even post-orgasm—warm, pulsing, real.
But June is already standing.
And she is not done.
“You came without me, Riley!” June complains, voice low and deliberate, as she steps behind the chair. “That cute little ass of yours is gonna learn.”
Riley shivers under the blindfold, mouth opening slightly, a quiet, involuntary “oh” slipping out of them before they could utter a word of apology.
Kaori grins, brushing Pam’s hair gently, helping her off Riley’s lap. Pam whimpers as she is lifted free—cock slowly slipping out, slick with their combined mess.
Kaori kisses her softly. “You did so good, baby. Go lay down, let Ashley clean you up.” Pam nods dreamily, half-walking, half-floating to the couch, where Ashley greets her with a warm towel, gentle touches, and a motherly kiss to the forehead.
Meanwhile, June rolls up her sleeves.
“Lean forward,” she commands Riley, voice sharp but amused. “Ass out.” Riley obeys instantly, their body still trembling, arms still cuffed behind them, cheeks flushed and thighs sticky. They rest their chest against the chair’s backrest, presenting their bare ass like an offering.
June doesn’t hesitate.
SMACK.
The first slap lands hard and deliberate—flesh on flesh, a perfect sound that echoes in the room.
Riley jolts, gasps, and lets out a broken moan. “Oh, fuck—”
“Yeah, slut.” June says. “You enjoyed cumming before I had my turn?”
SMACK. SMACK.
One on each cheek, fast, sharp, just enough sting to make Riley squirm.
Kaori sits beside them now, watching, biting her lip. “Look at that. Their ass is already blushing.” June runs her hand gently over the fresh red mark. “It’ll blush harder soon.”
SMACK.
Riley moans again—high, breathless, half-ashamed and half-aching for more.
“How many was that?” June asks coolly.
“I—I don’t know—”
SMACK.
“Wrong answer.”
Riley squirms.
From the couch, Ashley calls softly, “Eight, sweetie.”
“Thanks,” June says, winding up again. “Let’s make it an even ten.”
The final two spanks come in quick succession—harder, deeper, making Riley groan, cock twitching with eagerness again despite how recently they’ve come.
Then silence.
June leans in close, brushing her lips just behind Riley’s ear. “Next time? You wait for me.” Riley nods, blindfold still on, voice hoarse. “Yes. Yes, June.”
June kisses the nape of their neck, slow and indulgent. “Good slut.”
And then, finally, she uncuffs them—letting their arms fall forward, limp and trembling. She doesn’t remove the blindfold yet—that will come later.
For now, she pulls Riley back into her arms and holds them tight, rocking slightly, letting the heat of the spanking fade into a soft, warm ache.
Kaori watches, eyes soft now. “That,” she says quietly, “was fucking beautiful.”
Pam—still curled up in Ashley’s lap—nods sleepily. “This is the hottest night of my life.”
Ashley smiles and kisses her forehead again. “The night is still young, baby.”