Leona’s face was deeply, beautifully flushed. Her eyes were limpid, glazed with sothing that looked suspiciously like pleasure. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in soft pants.
But that wasn’t what shocked Luca.
What threw his montum was the fact that she was smiling!
A big, bright, ecstatic smile like she was in heaven. Like every slap had been a kiss. Like she couldn’t get enough.
Luca stared, utterly baffled.
This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how punishnt worked.
She was supposed to be crying, whimpering, begging him to stop. Instead, she looked like she was having the ti of her life.
Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe the pain was so intense that her brain had short-circuited, producing a smile where there should have been tears.
He needed to test it.
He pressed her down firmly, ensuring she couldn’t move, and brought his hand down again—harder this ti, with more force.
Smack!
Leona cried out. "Oh! My ass! Please, Luca, no!"
Her words were a protest, her voice full of anguish—but her smile never wavered!
It was still there, bright and radiant, even as she spoke words of denial.
Luca couldn’t believe it. He slapped her again. Harder.
Smack!
Her body jerked, her flesh jiggled, and she gasped—but the smile remained.
"No, slower, Luca! Slower!" She cried, her voice breaking. "I won’t be able to sit down tomorrow!"
She was acting. Putting on a performance of pain while clearly, obviously, undeniably enjoying every second of it. The contradiction was maddening.
Luca stopped, staring at her. A horrible thought crossed his mind.
’Was Leona a masochist? Did she actually enjoy pain? Was that what was happening here?’
But no—that wasn’t it. She wasn’t so pervert who got off on being hurt.
Instead, the truth was that she was starved. Starved for attention, for affection, for touch.
For forty years, she had been isolated, alone, pushing everyone away. And now that she had finally found soone she could trust, soone who made her feel safe and loved, she craved every scrap of intimacy he would give her.
In her mind, this wasn’t punishnt. This was closeness.
This was him touching her, focusing on her, giving her his attention. The pain was irrelevant—all she felt was the warmth of his hand, the connection, the proof that he was there and he cared.
She would take anything he gave her, because anything from him was better than nothing at all.
Luca was still processing this when Leona looked back at him, her smile finally dimming into a confused pout.
"What are you doing, Luca?" She asked, her voice petulant. "Why are you waiting so long? Didn’t you say you were going to punish ? So why are you just sitting there?"
Luca gritted his teeth, now genuinely irritated.
"Leaving that aside...why exactly are you so enthusiastic, Leona?" He demanded, voice rough. "I’m supposed to be punishing you right now. Why do you look like you want to be punished?"
Leona’s face went red. She looked away quickly, her ears burning.
"W-What!? Stop being ridiculous, Luca! Why would I want sothing like that? I just—I was just wondering why you stopped, that’s all!"
He rolled his eyes. "Don’t even try to lie, Leona. Your words are saying one thing, but your ass is saying sothing completely different."
He pointed.
"Look at yourself. Look at how much you’re shaking and sticking your booty out."
Leona craned her neck to look behind her—and her face went even redder.
Her hips were indeed raised, her rear presented shalessly, and she was wiggling it slightly, the flesh jiggling with the motion. It was obvious. Undeniable.
She was literally asking for more!
"That’s—that’s not—" She stamred, looking away. "You’re being ridiculous, Luca! That’s not it at all!"
Luca felt like he was being played. He was supposed to be the one in control, the one doling out punishnt, the one making HER squirm.
Instead, she was the one smiling, enjoying herself, turning his punishnt into her pleasure.
It was infuriating.
So, he stopped holding back.
His hand ca down again and again, a relentless barrage of slaps that echoed through the treehouse.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Each impact made her flesh ripple, her whole body jerk, her voice cry out.
"No! Don’t! I can’t handle it!"
"It’s too much! P-Please, Luca, slow down!"
"My ass is on fire! You’re going to bruise !"
Her words were protests, her voice full of anguish—but her smile never faded.
Her eyes were half-closed in bliss. Her body was pushing back against his hand, eting each slap, asking for more.
Luca increased his speed. The slaps ca faster, harder, the sound of flesh eting flesh filling the room.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Leona’s cries grew louder, more desperate—but underneath the desperation was sothing else.
A note of ecstasy. A thread of pure, unadulterated joy.
He couldn’t win. No matter how hard he hit, no matter how many tis he struck, she just kept smiling. She just kept taking it. She just kept enjoying it.
Her ass was bright red now, the color spreading across both cheeks, the skin hot to the touch. She was going to be sore tomorrow—very sore.
But she didn’t seem to care. She looked back at him through half-lidded eyes, her smile soft and dreamy.
"Harder..." She whispered.
Luca’s hand stopped mid-swing.
"What?"
"Harder, Luca." Her voice was barely audible, but there was no mistaking the words. "I can take it. G-Give everything you have."
That final whisper, snapped sothing inside him.
All restraint vanished. All thought of holding back, of being gentle, of treating this like a ga—gone. He grabbed her hips, repositioned her, and brought his hand down with everything he had.
SMACK!!!
The sound was deafening. Her entire body lurched forward, her breasts swinging, her hair flying. A cry tore from her throat—not of pain, but of raw, unfiltered ecstasy.
"Yes!" She gasped. "Like that! Just like that!"
He struck again. Harder. SMACK! The impact sent shockwaves through her flesh, her ass rippling, the red deepening to sothing almost purple.
"More!" She demanded, pushing back against him. "Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!"
SMACK!
Her body shook violently, thighs trembling, ass jiggling wildly as the pain blood hotter.
"Harder, Luca...!" She gasped, voice already breathy and desperate. "Harder—please, don’t hold back...smack harder...make it sting...!"
Luca’s jaw tightened. He switched to her left cheek and delivered another brutal slap, the sound echoing obscenely.
SMACK!
Leona moaned loudly, her hips twitching, but her smile only grew wider, blissful and eager.
"Both cheeks...do both at the sa ti...!" She begged, pushing her ass up higher for him.
"Don’t delay...hurt more...spank harder, Luca...make my ass burn...make it red and swollen!♡~"
"I want to feel your handprints all over tomorrow...!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He started raining down harder, faster slaps, alternating between cheeks, sotis landing both at once with a loud double-crack that made her whole body jolt.
Her fat ass cheeks bounced and rippled with every strike, turning a deep, angry red as his handprints overlapped.
Leona’s moans grew louder, filthier, completely shaless.
"Ahh—! Yes...like that...spank harder—! Punish your naughty Matriarch!♡~"
"Make my fat ass jiggle for you...It hurts so good...don’t stop...slap it more make cry from how hard you’re spanking !♡~"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Faster, Luca! Spank faster! Use both hands if you have to...make my ass burn! I want to feel it every ti I sit down!♡~"
"Make it so red that everyone will know I got punished like a bad girl...Ahh!♡~"
"Harder...please...wreck my ass...spank your slutty elf wife...!"
Her voice was dripping with lust, every word filthy and eager, her body shaking and jerking on his lap with every powerful slap, yet her face—when Luca glanced down wore the biggest, most blissful smile he had ever seen.
Her eyes were half-lidded in ecstasy, cheeks flushed, lips parted in pure pleasure as if every smack was sending waves of bliss through her instead of pain.
Luca gritted his teeth, refusing to give in. He kept spanking her relentlessly, his palm cracking against her reddened, jiggling cheeks again and again, determined to break her, to make her regret her eagerness.
But Leona only moaned louder, pushing her ass back for more, her smile never fading even as her voice turned into desperate, erotic pleas.
"More...give more...spank until I can’t sit...make my ass so sore I’ll rember your hand every ti I move...Ahh—! Yes...right there...punish harder...I’m your bad girl tonight...spank your Matriarch’s fat ass until it’s glowing red...don’t stop...please don’t stop...make it hurt so good...!"
Luca’s hand kept falling, faster and harder, the room filled with the constant, lewd sound of flesh being spanked and Leona’s shaless, moaning encouragent.
Yet no matter how brutally he punished her, Leona’s face remained lit up with the biggest, happiest smile, her eyes sparkling with pure bliss as she took every single slap like it was the greatest gift he could give her.
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