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Chapter 22 | Good Girl

Ace

The bath is filled and Constance seems ready to get in, she's staring at the toys that float around and smiling softly. 

"Come on sweetie, let's get you out of your clothes and into the bath, okay?" I tell her. 

"Otay!" She giggles and raises her arms for me to pull off the dress. 

I reach down and grab the bottom, slowly pulling it off of her. 

As the dress uncovers her body, I notice what she has on underneath. 

My eyes lower and I feel my pants becoming a bit too tight. 

Her chest is barely covered by a thin, red bra. Laces cover all the material and connected by a strap to her underwear, which is only a tiny thong that is see-through. -

I sit and admire her for a minute, how the lace lightly pulls on her skin and how it looks compared to her pale complexion. 

"Baby?" I growl out quietly. 

"Yes?" She answers, turning her innocent green orbs to my dark ones. 

"Why, exactly, are you wearing this?" I ask. 

Her cheeks become visibly pink and I watch her thighs grip together tightly as she looks down. 

"Cuz I feels petty n dem," she whispers. 

"Is that the only reason why?" I ask, softly grabbing her chin and making her look at me. 

"Wanted to make yous jelly," she answers. 

"Turn," I order. She slowly turns around and I take a look at her from behind. 

The lacy panties only seem to make her ass look even better and I harden even more. I groan and palm my pants. 

"I think it's time for your punishment," I growl. 

She can't see me so she doesn't notice that I can see her rubbing her thighs together. 

"Um, wha punshment?" she mumbles. 

"Your punishment, for acting like a brat and for doing this, just to make me angry," I respond, reaching out and rubbing her ass. 

"Buh, buh.." she whispers as I turn her around. 

"If you need me to stop, say moon," I tell her, grabbing her chin so she's looking at me. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," she says, her eyes wide from shock but yet dark. 

I grab her and place her on my knee, putting her in a comfortable position. 

"Don't forget to count,"  I tell her, rubbing her ass again and lightly gripping it. "You'll have 25."

"Yes, sir," She says. 

I pull my hand back and smack her ass, she starts counting. I slap two more times, switching cheeks. 

When she counts out three, I reach between her thighs into her wetness, rubbing a little and sticking a digit in, thrusting, and pulling out. 

She moans loudly and opens her thighs more, but I quickly pull back and slap her ass again. 

I continue doing this, spanking, thrusting, and back to spanking. 

I didn't let her finish, she hadn't done anything to earn it. 

She counts the last one and I lift her off of my lap, setting her on the floor gently.