Lavender didn’t know whether to be happy or sad that it was almost over. Her arse was stinging and hot and she loved the feelings that seeped from it into her aching cunt. She couldn’t even bring herself to speak anymore as Fleur paddled her with her hand.
Crying out with each slap, Lavender felt like she was teetering on the edge of losing control and coming so hard it might actually seep out of her and run down her thighs and onto Fleur’s robes.
She tried to form words, but she couldn’t. Eventually, she fell limp in Fleur’s lap bending deep and the waist. Lavender’s hair brushed the floor as she lifted her arse towards Fleur’s hand with each rhythmic slap.