Free The Firm Hand of the Law by Loki Renard

had been close to cumming when her mouth was on him, and he was clearly not going to be able to hold back all that much longer. She loved the effect she had on him. She might be the one who was red assed and squealing into the cushions, but he was no more in control than she was as his cock thrust in and out of her over and over.
    Just when she thought he was going to cum, he pulled out. She looked askance, but she needn’t have bothered. He’d stopped because he wasn’t done with what he’d intended to do.
    “You were a bad girl, Brannigan,” he lectured, “and bad girls get their bottoms spanked long and hard.” He walked across the apartment, his long cock still erect and shiny with her juices as he rifled through the kitchen drawer until he found what he was looking for—a wooden spoon.
    “Get up,” he insisted. She whined. She was so close to cumming all she wanted was to feel him back inside her, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. “Get up, bend over, and touch your toes.”
    Lily didn’t know what madness made her obey. Maybe it was just the small chance that if she did as she was told, there would be more sex and less spanking. At any rate, she soon found herself with her hands to her toes, her nose by her knees, and her bottom high in the air as an officer with a throbbing erection walked behind her and pressed the head of his cock back inside her pussy for just a moment before drawing away and slapping her with the flat side of the wooden spoon.
    “Ow!” she squealed and straightened up. “That hurts!”
    “Down, Brannigan,” he ordered curtly. When she didn’t immediately obey, he put his hand on her lower back, guided her down into a position somewhat approximating the original one and began belaboring her bottom with the spoon. It hurt. Every stroke brought with it a sting and there were a whole lot of strokes, a double dozen at least. She would not have put up with them if he’d not made her, following wherever she squirmed and stepped until she was bent over the back of the couch, her bottom still bearing the brunt of the stingy spoon wrath.
    “Gareth!” She wailed his name plaintively. “I’m sorry!”
    “Will you lie again?”
    “No!” It wasn’t the truth, but it was the answer they both needed to hear. Gareth tossed the spoon away and slid his cock back inside her. What followed was a very thorough fucking which left Lily weak kneed and moaning as her orgasm returned in even greater force. He fucked her through it, stroke after stroke making her body quiver as waves of hot pleasure coursed through. When he came it was just as hard. He pinned her against the couch, her hot red cheeks high in the air as he pumped his seed inside her, holding her still so she took every single potent drop.
    “That,” he said, breathing heavily with his cock still stuffed deep inside her, “was a punishment.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    He’d been right when he said she wouldn’t sit comfortably. Lily didn’t sit at all the next day. The few times she did see fit to lower her posterior toward even the most padded surface she was quickly reminded not to. That was the worst of it, the fact that his hand had burned a message effectively into the future, giving her a reminder which lingered for not one, but several days. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t feel branded by his touch. Her pussy was sensitive for almost as long as her bottom, but in a much better way. Not a night went by that she didn’t touch herself and remember what he had done with her, to her, for her.
    The next drop actually took place mid-rush on a Saturday night. A package was delivered behind the bar and picked up not ten minutes later by two men who looked for all intents and purposes to be the same person, that person being one of Lily’s bar tenders. It was quite an impressive trick really, to mirror the clothing and facial hair of the man who genuinely worked at the bar and had no idea what was going on. To