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[Another small sound, this one decidedly more like a whimper]

[It takes a long couple of seconds for him to scrape together the willpower to pull his hand away - another long second after that, before he comes to stand beside her, cheeks burning]

How, uh. How you want me to...?

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[Her cheeks are almost as dark, though she looks eager, not embarrased. She pats at her lap again]

Face down, of course.

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...'course.

[He shifts again - bites down on his lip]

[Lays himself down across her lap, almost gingerly, and immediately immediately sucks in a sharp breath. He tries to adjust to a better position, but no matter how he squirms there's always the scratch of the petticoats, and the warmth her thighs through the fabric, and the way his own weight applies pressure]

[She was definitely right; nothing's down at all, and he can't help but shift, and shift again, and shift again]

J-jesus. Xia...

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Can't you hold still?

[Instead of admonishing her tone seems intrigued, almost in awe at how desperate he seems--at the urgent press of his cock into the meat of her thigh, warm even through the layers of fabric.

Her good hand reaches out to smooth from the crease of his thighs up to the small of his back, pushing the petticoats up to reveal the pale, freckled curve of his ass; continues to map its topography, gentle. If she happens to shift herself at all this, it is surely coincidental, and her voice is a little gravelly when she continues]

So you know why you're here. Are you ready for your punishment?

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[When she asks whether he can hold still, he does his best to comply - manages to tamp the squirming down somewhat, even if he can't quite help another little shimmy from side to side, in the way that causes the fabric to drag just so]

[He takes a shaky breath in, when her hand traces the bare curve of his ass - makes another of those soft sounds, and presses forward again, before he can stop himself]

Y-yeah. I - yeah.

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[She practically purrs in reply, rubbing luxuriously over the supple flesh and giving a gentle squeeze--hoping for another whimper.

Regardless of if one comes, she follows with a sharp smack, low on the underside of his ass]

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[The gentle squeeze does in fact earn a whimper, and a restless sort of squirm besides]

[Then comes the smack, and he jolts, hard, the motion pressing him sharply forward into her thigh. He takes a short, shaky breath in - shifts again, another soft sound caught at the back of his throat]

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[Ah,]

[Her legs shift as he moves, and her other hand curls high on his hip, as if to keep him from squirming out of her lap, though leaving him free to squirm any other direction. Then, with a sound coming from the back of her own throat, she strikes him again with the same deliberate pressure, just slightly offset in position, alternating cheeks.

By the third her breathing's gone shallow; she hesitates before resting her hand just below the crease of his thighs, shifting beneath him again]

...Well?

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[Each strike earns another jolt - another gasp or soft subvocal whimper - and with each, the forward motion presses him firmly against the meaty part of her thigh]

[By the third one, his breathing is ragged, chest heaving as though he's run a race. He's given up on trying to stay still; the shifting is near constant, a restless sort of rocking to encourage the drag of the fabric and the press of her thighs. Truth be told, it's a deliberate enough rubbing that he's all but breaking the first rule again, even if his hands aren't involved]

W-well... well what?

[He sounds breathless - decidedly distracted]

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[Possibly too distracted to be looking around, but if he had happened to check the mirror, he might have noticed her eyes trained on him, drinking up every twitch and shiver against her. She rubs up from his thighs to the pink blush staining his skin, generously squeezing before dragging her fingers lower again. At the same time, her other hand trails up from the spill of petticoats at his waist past the low back of the dress and up the knobbles of his spine]

Think you learned your lesson? You ready to get back to work?

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[He whines at that - shifts against her, biting down hard on his lip. If she's in it for the twitches and shivers, surely the path that her hand takes gives her plenty more to appreciate]

[It's a long couple of beats before he can scrape his thoughts together enough to reply, and when he does his voice is decidedly strained:]

...y-yeah.

If you think that's - good. S'your rules... right?

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[A fresh hum as she considers this, shifting a bit beneath him. Her prosthetic ends up near the nape of his neck, scratching gently; her good hand traces down the back of his thigh to the port, crests to the inside and runs back up to where his leg meets his body--ghosts her fingers over his bottom to mirror the movements down and up his other leg, very slow]

...What, you got a complaint?

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[He can't quite suppress the full-body shiver, at the gentle touches of her fingertips - can't quite tamp down on the sound that leaves him, soft and pleading]

N-not a complaint so much.

[He shifts again at the slow, soft touches - can't help but press back into her, and then forward again, chasing after the not-quite-enough sensation]

J-jesus, Xia. That's -

Oh my god...

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[Another leisurely trip, fingers dragging around the edge of his port and up his inner thighs. This time she presses a little closer as she skirts the crease of his ass, her knuckles brushing gently over the base of his balls]

Gonna have to speak up. I'm not a mind reader.

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[He sucks in a shaky breath at the new path of her fingers - stifles a groan, thighs spreading almost instinctively to welcome more of the teasing touches]

[She can't see how dark his cheeks have become from this angle, but his ears are definitely a very bright red]

Y-you could... like. Do a couple more, if you wanted.

Just to, like. Y-you know. Make sure the lesson sticks.

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[She can feel the rumble in his chest even if she can't hear it, and the heat of his flush, and her legs chafe around him a bit, like she can't quite get settled in her seat. Her tone of voice, however, is a low, rusty purr that does not sound uncomfortable in the least.]

So you want more, huh? Even being like this ain't enough for you?

[His ass gets a pinch this time, low; a little red satellite to the flush from the spanking. Immediately after she soothes at it with the backs of her fingers, careful little circles over the yielding flesh. But before long, those fingers begin to stray...she takes the invitation in those spread thighs, drags her fingers up the velvety skin of his sack and further, all the way up his taint]

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[He whimpers again, soft, at the chafing of her legs - shudders hard, and rocks into it as best he can. When she pinches, he jerks a little - squirms at the soothing circles that follow]

[He shudders harder, as she begins to reach between his legs - can't entirely stifle a gasp, when she finds his taint. For a long few moments, he can't seem to decide whether he wants to press backward into her hand or forward into the pressure of her thigh - squirms ineffectually, managing to get the full satisfation of neither]

Xia... Please...

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[A thrill goes down her spine at the look of him--at the sound of her name, at his desperation--]

Please what?

[And her voice is greedy and warm as molasses, a little breathless. Her hands don't stop--starting a little caravan between his scrotum and the base of his cock, up his perineum to nudge the tiniest bit at his wrinkled pucker before returning to nestle between his balls]

Tell me what you want.

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[He whines, softly, at the brush of her fingers against the base of his cock - again, when they trace backward to trail across that pucker. He can't help but shudder forward, using what little leverage he has to rub himself up against her, all muffled heat and scratchy-slick fabric and blunt pressure]

M-more. I need - something.

I gotta have - a-anything. Please -

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[She takes in a long breath, staring at how he writhes--how he begs. She can't see enough of his face but she can see the tension in his back and feel it in points further south and suddenly her throat is dry.

So she gives him a firm swat on the fullest part of his behind, with a little more intent than before]

You know what that's for... But I did say I'd listen if you asked nice. Come up in my lap.

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[He jolts again, hard, when she swats him - can't quite tamp down on the whimper, or keep his hips from rocking forward with the impact]

[It takes a beat or two, for the words to make sense in his mind - another beat, for him to untangle his tongue enough to form words of his own]

What, like... like sitting, or...?

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You want me to finish you off, don't you?

[She licks her lips]

Hard to jerk you off like this. 'Less you really are looking forward to riding my fingers that bad.

[Nudges at the pucker of his ass again, bravado on full display]

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[He whimpers at her question, and although his ears are bright red, the breathy sort of groan that leaves him at that second sentence is certainly not a no. He can't seem to stop himself from rubbing up against her thigh, rule or no rule, and he shudders hard at the gentle press of her fingers against his ass]

[He's well and truly distracted by the way a fold of fabric has caught against him at just the right angle, and the way her finger promises more, and the way his mind has run away with the possibilities. It takes him a second to realize he's going to have to give her an answer - a second more, to scrape one together]

Wh-what, like - here?

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[It seems as though this much is allowed--at least she continues to rub up and down the same path, following his shudders but for once not attempting to push much farther...he's having enough trouble answering as it is, not that she considers that much of a problem.

Another shaky breath of her own, and she brushes her other hand down his face, feeling his flush even if the angle's wrong to see it. Her good hand cups his whole sack, tugging gently]

There someplace else you like better? Middle of the dorm? Or up on the observation deck, pressed against the window? That'd be one hell of a 'show off' live...

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[She earns a whine in response to that gentle tugging - or perhaps in response to those suggestions; it's difficult to say for sure]

[Either way, she can feel the heat of his flush, a good deal warmer than his usual temperature - certainly can feel the way he squirms. He can't quite get the leverage he needs to press down the way he wants to, but he's doing his level best, shallow, restless little circles of his hips]

J-jesus, that's - everybody'd see.