Influence (all-girls schoolgirl / spanking fantasy
School halls were empty and silent at this hour. Shortly after the last ring for the day rang, just like she was supposed to, Ellie headed off to the student council office. After finding the right way and the right door, the girl hesitated, her hands getting sweaty before she could knock. Terrified, she stared down once again at the ticket she received. It simply stated: 30 strokes. Was this warrant for real or just to scare her? Wagging off just a few times... was enough for this kind of trouble?
Lucky were all those girls who could just return to the dorms soundly!
*
It was a custom of the school: it was the girls from the student council who assigned retributions in minor offences or for those who got into trouble for the the first time. Ellie heard rumours good and bad, but all of them vague; she heard council members could let you slide easily – because why wouldn’t they – but also that some of them overused their power to be petty or mean. All was left for Ellie now, was to pray a nice and sweet girl was on duty today.
When Ellie finally knocked, a tall, slender girl opened the door, making a gesture to guide her inside. The girl's features were austere but so charming Ellie had hard time to get her eyes off of the stranger before her; her whole appearance seemed impeccable, even though her sleek, auburn hair was let down. It seemed Ellie stood there, staring, a little too long, as the girl smiled at her ptifully when she had to hurry her in. “I knew you’ll show up”, she smiled misteriously, her voice delicate but a litle raspy, her hand briefly brushing Ellie’s shoulder in invitation as they both went inside.
*
None of them sit down, standing on opposite sides of the large desk that took quite some space in the room. The council member was busy reading the warrant and scribbling something down. Ellie didn't want to seem rude, so she tried not to glance around; she put her palms together in front of her, in a strangely formal pose, while observing the older girl calmly moving around. Ellie realised she didn’t know her name – and there probably won’t be a better moment to ask, but she couldn’t force herself to break this pending silence.
The girl tried to occupy Ellie with some trivial chit chat but that only made her more nervous. Her eyes darted across the desk, shyly, and only then she noticed what was already out on the table: a short, strap-like thingy. Once she looked at it, she couldn’t get her mind off of why she came here in the first place.
“Excuse me-”, she interrupted loudly and the girl raised a curious brow. “Can we just- get over with it? I would rather just be... done with it”. Ellie talked fast and loud, not even bothering to hide how nervous she was. 30 strokes. With that thing over there. It was all she could think about.
The other girl, calm and dignified, slowly walked out from behind the desk and strolled towards Ellie. “Okay. I understand your impatience”, she smiled misteriously and gestured fo Ellie to move a little further away from the desk. Ellie felt her stomach tying up into a ****. Was she...? Already...?
“Put your hands behind your head”, the council member commanded, and a shiver ran down Ellie’s back. Oh no. “Keep them here, until I tell you otherwise, okay?”. Ellie's eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t find it within herself to oppose this odd, magnificient creature. She seemed so sure. Like she was following some kind of procedure and knew perfectly knew what she was doing and she was planning to do. Meanwhile, poor Ellie had no idea. She slowly raised her hands and intertwined her fingers behind the back of her head.
*
“You noticed the tool on the table, didn’t you?”, the council member asked in a tone Ellie couldn’t decipher.
“Yes”, she answered quietly and the girl started to circle around her, eyeing her from head to toe; she could feel the gaze even though she was too embarassed to return it, wishing she was more daring.
“It’s my favorite”, the girl cooed. Favorite? That surely meant something...
“You realise that the amount from ticket is the minimum amount, right?”, the girl spoke from behind her, calm and bold, and another shiver run down Ellie’s spine.
“Actually, I didn’t know that... I wasn’t told much, or in fact, anything at all...”
Why was she standing so close? Was it neccessary? Why she wasn’t coming to the front again? Just a minute ago, Ellie was sure she was about to be bent down and lashed and now... why wasn't anything happening?
“Oh, I see”
The girl was so calm about all this, it made Ellie’s stomach turn.
“So you probably don’t know everyone is supposed to take their swats bare, either, right?”, she asked.
“B-bare...?”, Ellie stuttered.
“Yes, bare”
Ellie could feel the other’s soft breath on her nape.
“As in: on a bare ass. Although some girls are stripped partially naked, or fully naked... it depends”
“It depends... on what?”, Ellie dared. Her heart was racing. It was getting too hot in this room.
“On many factors”, the girl responded and Ellie could hear her smiling. “On compliance, for example”, she said, putting her hands on Ellie’s hips, giving her goosebumps all over her body. “Or if the superior has a justified suspicion the girl might have violated some other restricions... like underwear rules, for example. Did you know some girls show up completely naked under their uniforms? Bizzare, isn’t it...”
Ellie had no other choice than to ease into... this. Into the strangely intmate touch and weird musing behind her ear. There wasn't any reason for Ellie to be held by the hips... but why should she care now? She had no say in what was happening whatsoever. Her body jolted at first, yes, but it was only because she was just taken by suprise... however, when Ellie heard the other gilr whisper near her ear “do you mind if I check?”, it gave her goseebumps again. Why?
Didn’t she earlier agree to proceed as quickly as possible? Why this... checking, now?
“What do you mean? Why?”, Ellie asked.
“Look. You have been administrated an hour of detention anyway”, the girl replied from behind her. “I ensure you, you wouldn’t like to stand there - or sit - afterwards for almost an hour. But if you insist, I will get the-”
“Um! Okay... I am wearing my underwear, I swear”, Ellie laughed nervously, “but... you can... check? I guess...”
Now that the gentle pair of hands moved from Ellie’s hips to her chest, she realised how close and awkward this contact was, especially with Ellie's hands up, stopping her from physical protest. Heat flushed her cheeks. She didn't want to protest. The council girl kept maneuvered her gentle hands around Ellie's breasts.
“It’s all foam”, Ellie chuckled loudly.
“Yeah, I can tell... it’s fine. I think a soft bra would do you just fine as well, though... Can I see it?”.
See it? The bra?
“Uh, sure...”, Ellie agreed and the girl let go of her, stepping to the front. Ellie exhaled in temporal relief. What was left to lose now, anyway? Yet another wave of heat hit Ellie's face when the other girl gently and slowly started to unbutton the front of her shirt. She couldn't help her racing heart. A beautiful, mysterious girl was unbottoning her shirt. No one ever unbuttoned her shirt. Maybe she could put on something more extravangant, if she knew, instead of her boring, beige bra? Four buttons were out and the weird, alluring girl opened Ellie's shirt painfully slowly, just to look around. She was staring, but Ellie was staring as well.
And finally, Ellie felt soft fingers brushing over her skin. She shivered. She knew the other girl noticed – she could tell from the smile.
“Nice”, the council member muttered, buttoning Ellie's shirt back up. Nice? That’s all? Was she done with... with her? Why she started all this in the first place then? All of those thoughts were messing with Ellie’s head.
“Look”, Ellie spoke up, yet again a little too loud. “I won’t resist or fight back, okay? So, can I put my hands down? I’m getting a little tired-”
Oh, this misterious, soft smile; she looked so pleased. Did she know how beautiful she was? Ellie wondered, but it wasn’t the best time for that, was it. The council girl agreed, but promptly added a request that Ellie held her skirt up, even just a little.
“What for?”, Ellie asked dully, confused yet again.
“I told you”, the girl replied, “your lower half is supposed to be bare”.
Ellie exhaled. She almost forgot why she was there – surely not to get her tits fondled gently. The other expected her to follow the instruction, but Ellie didn’t.
“Okay, then don’t hold it up”, the council member shrugged, maybe just a little dissapointed. “I’m going to remove your underwear”. She looked into Ellie's eyes as they widened in dismay. “You promised you won't resist, didn't you?”
Ellie swallowed loudly and nodded her head earnestly. Of course. She couldn't resist a girl like that. The situation grew all too tense with eroticism for Ellie to think straight, when her mind was flooded with all the other reasons why she could be asked for her underwear to be gone.
“Do whatever you w-want... I won't r-resist...”
Ellie's voice came out quiet and surprisingly meek.
The councli member's hands travelled up Ellie's tights, underneath her skirt. Ellie held her breath, only to shakily release it when the hands lingered on her sides. It excited her instantly, bringing her repressed arousal to the full bloom. “Do it, just do it already, take them down”, she beseeched in her mind. “Do whatever you want”, she really did say that. It was on her now.
The hands caressed her skin under the fabric of her panties. Ellie didn't want this moment to stop. She would never even dream of anything like that. But then her panties finally slid down to her knees
*
The council girl positioned herself far to Ellie's right. Here it goes.
Whoosh and a clasp.
One.
Two. Three. Four.
Ellie grit her teeth. Was she still horny for that girl? She couldn't tell. But she could tell she couldn't be using her full force... was she going easy on her?
Five. Six... The lick of leather on her skin felt pungent and weird.
“Ugh...!”
Seven... Eight. Nine. Ten.
“Ugh- uhh....”
Asking her out after all this... she couldn't do that. But just few minutes ago...
Elven. Twelve.
At first it was just unpleasant and unexpected but now, it simply hurt.
Thirteen... f******n...
“Auch! A-...”
Fifteen! Ellie groaned, shaking her legs. A stable streak of beaming, hot pain was settling across her bottom.
Fifteen. Sixteen. s*******n. Eighteen.
“Holy f---ugh!”
Her breath was shaking. What was she thinking just now?
“Stay in place. No talking”
This calm, commanding voice. Ellie wasn’t a fan of the situation, but this... was...
”Aagh!”
Twenty!
“Hnng- n-no...”
Her voice broke in and Ellie felt her face flushing. Every next stroke was making it so much worse. She was grateful for the pauses inbetween but they were killing her, only in a different way. Twenty one...
“A-augh!”
Twenty two. Ellie arched back, holding her breath. Twenty three... Twenty four...
“Haaah! it- it hurts...”
“Be quiet”, she heard in response.
Ellie’s stomach turned. She was ashamed, but the thought of interrupting more only to hear it again crossed her weary mind for a second. Besides, why weren’t the last six comming yet? She heard the council member taking a step, Ellie assumed, closer. Was she staring at her ass? The awkward and painful reality was sipping inside Ellie’s mind. Then a loud clasp came down and Ellie gasped loudly, her knees growing weaker when she felt the leather thing dragged across her skin. What a deliberate torture. What a sadist. What-
“AAAUGH!”
Ellie was panting when the blow doubled.
“Quiet, I said”
“Sorry...”, Ellie whinced, lump in her throat, her loins pulsating with pain. She couldn’t know how - despite the correctional tone - the noises and little pleas she made pleased the girl wielding the belt.
Twenty seven... Twenty eight... Ellie shut her eyes and winced, anticipating the next blow... “come on”, she pleaded in her mind “please, don’t be so mean...”. She couldn’t stabilize her breathing anymore. Not with the tease against her skin again. Not with this final, sadistic moment building up all the tension inside her again. What a pervert. What a sadist. How could she-
“UGH!”
Ellie spent another minute panting and wincing under the teasing touches of the leather, traveling all across her exposed, sore ass, her lower tights... the insides of her tights... It dragged so much, her mind couldn’t help but wander. How naked she felt... how vulnerable... at the mercy of this girl, whose name she didn’t even know... she was just standing there, hunched over a desk, letting herself be toyed with like that...
With the thirtieth stroke Ellie yelped, then sighed shakily in relief.
“That’s it, right? You’re... you’re done?”, asked Ellie boldly but not yet daring to move away from the desk.
“Hmmm...!” came a theatrically exagerated response.
“Oh no, please-”
“Calm down”, the girl chuckled, “yes, that was surely enough. Don’t worry. I’m sorry I had to hurt you so much”.
Was she, really? Maybe. Ellie had her doubts. But maybe it wasn’t pain, what the other was into, either...
“----”
“Excuse me, what did you say?”
“Get up”, the other girl commanded simply and Ellie felt a strange wave of heat hit her face again. Why wasn’t she paying attention? “Put on your underwear. There is a little time left, but I think I can let it slide this time”
Ellie smiled in gratitude, however getting up and turning towards the other, she immediately looked down.
The pain was still blazing across her ass, making her remember all the lessons she probably should have not learned today.
*
The council member escorted Ellie to the door. When she was about to open them, she placed her hand gently on Ellie’s shoulder.
“I hope I made it at least a little more enjoyable for you”, she said, quietly, leaning in. Ellie’s heart started fluttering again.
“I don’t wish upon you getting this kind of detention on you ever again but... I am here on duty every Thursday and sometimes there is no attendants at all...”, the council girl cooed, “and if you were to look for me, for whatever reason, I tend to spend my afternoons at the library before I head back to the dorms, to get some of my work done...”
She could had make Ellie sit straight on a chair for the fifteen minutes they had left but instead she chose to seduce her. What a sadist. What a devil. What a pain in the ass.
Ellie only smiled, shyly, barely making eye contact to nod to the delighfully devilish words. She had to go. It was all too much - for now, but Ellie couldn’t see herself turining that discreet offer down.
Lucky were all those girls who could just return to the dorms soundly!
*
It was a custom of the school: it was the girls from the student council who assigned retributions in minor offences or for those who got into trouble for the the first time. Ellie heard rumours good and bad, but all of them vague; she heard council members could let you slide easily – because why wouldn’t they – but also that some of them overused their power to be petty or mean. All was left for Ellie now, was to pray a nice and sweet girl was on duty today.
When Ellie finally knocked, a tall, slender girl opened the door, making a gesture to guide her inside. The girl's features were austere but so charming Ellie had hard time to get her eyes off of the stranger before her; her whole appearance seemed impeccable, even though her sleek, auburn hair was let down. It seemed Ellie stood there, staring, a little too long, as the girl smiled at her ptifully when she had to hurry her in. “I knew you’ll show up”, she smiled misteriously, her voice delicate but a litle raspy, her hand briefly brushing Ellie’s shoulder in invitation as they both went inside.
*
None of them sit down, standing on opposite sides of the large desk that took quite some space in the room. The council member was busy reading the warrant and scribbling something down. Ellie didn't want to seem rude, so she tried not to glance around; she put her palms together in front of her, in a strangely formal pose, while observing the older girl calmly moving around. Ellie realised she didn’t know her name – and there probably won’t be a better moment to ask, but she couldn’t force herself to break this pending silence.
The girl tried to occupy Ellie with some trivial chit chat but that only made her more nervous. Her eyes darted across the desk, shyly, and only then she noticed what was already out on the table: a short, strap-like thingy. Once she looked at it, she couldn’t get her mind off of why she came here in the first place.
“Excuse me-”, she interrupted loudly and the girl raised a curious brow. “Can we just- get over with it? I would rather just be... done with it”. Ellie talked fast and loud, not even bothering to hide how nervous she was. 30 strokes. With that thing over there. It was all she could think about.
The other girl, calm and dignified, slowly walked out from behind the desk and strolled towards Ellie. “Okay. I understand your impatience”, she smiled misteriously and gestured fo Ellie to move a little further away from the desk. Ellie felt her stomach tying up into a ****. Was she...? Already...?
“Put your hands behind your head”, the council member commanded, and a shiver ran down Ellie’s back. Oh no. “Keep them here, until I tell you otherwise, okay?”. Ellie's eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t find it within herself to oppose this odd, magnificient creature. She seemed so sure. Like she was following some kind of procedure and knew perfectly knew what she was doing and she was planning to do. Meanwhile, poor Ellie had no idea. She slowly raised her hands and intertwined her fingers behind the back of her head.
*
“You noticed the tool on the table, didn’t you?”, the council member asked in a tone Ellie couldn’t decipher.
“Yes”, she answered quietly and the girl started to circle around her, eyeing her from head to toe; she could feel the gaze even though she was too embarassed to return it, wishing she was more daring.
“It’s my favorite”, the girl cooed. Favorite? That surely meant something...
“You realise that the amount from ticket is the minimum amount, right?”, the girl spoke from behind her, calm and bold, and another shiver run down Ellie’s spine.
“Actually, I didn’t know that... I wasn’t told much, or in fact, anything at all...”
Why was she standing so close? Was it neccessary? Why she wasn’t coming to the front again? Just a minute ago, Ellie was sure she was about to be bent down and lashed and now... why wasn't anything happening?
“Oh, I see”
The girl was so calm about all this, it made Ellie’s stomach turn.
“So you probably don’t know everyone is supposed to take their swats bare, either, right?”, she asked.
“B-bare...?”, Ellie stuttered.
“Yes, bare”
Ellie could feel the other’s soft breath on her nape.
“As in: on a bare ass. Although some girls are stripped partially naked, or fully naked... it depends”
“It depends... on what?”, Ellie dared. Her heart was racing. It was getting too hot in this room.
“On many factors”, the girl responded and Ellie could hear her smiling. “On compliance, for example”, she said, putting her hands on Ellie’s hips, giving her goosebumps all over her body. “Or if the superior has a justified suspicion the girl might have violated some other restricions... like underwear rules, for example. Did you know some girls show up completely naked under their uniforms? Bizzare, isn’t it...”
Ellie had no other choice than to ease into... this. Into the strangely intmate touch and weird musing behind her ear. There wasn't any reason for Ellie to be held by the hips... but why should she care now? She had no say in what was happening whatsoever. Her body jolted at first, yes, but it was only because she was just taken by suprise... however, when Ellie heard the other gilr whisper near her ear “do you mind if I check?”, it gave her goseebumps again. Why?
Didn’t she earlier agree to proceed as quickly as possible? Why this... checking, now?
“What do you mean? Why?”, Ellie asked.
“Look. You have been administrated an hour of detention anyway”, the girl replied from behind her. “I ensure you, you wouldn’t like to stand there - or sit - afterwards for almost an hour. But if you insist, I will get the-”
“Um! Okay... I am wearing my underwear, I swear”, Ellie laughed nervously, “but... you can... check? I guess...”
Now that the gentle pair of hands moved from Ellie’s hips to her chest, she realised how close and awkward this contact was, especially with Ellie's hands up, stopping her from physical protest. Heat flushed her cheeks. She didn't want to protest. The council girl kept maneuvered her gentle hands around Ellie's breasts.
“It’s all foam”, Ellie chuckled loudly.
“Yeah, I can tell... it’s fine. I think a soft bra would do you just fine as well, though... Can I see it?”.
See it? The bra?
“Uh, sure...”, Ellie agreed and the girl let go of her, stepping to the front. Ellie exhaled in temporal relief. What was left to lose now, anyway? Yet another wave of heat hit Ellie's face when the other girl gently and slowly started to unbutton the front of her shirt. She couldn't help her racing heart. A beautiful, mysterious girl was unbottoning her shirt. No one ever unbuttoned her shirt. Maybe she could put on something more extravangant, if she knew, instead of her boring, beige bra? Four buttons were out and the weird, alluring girl opened Ellie's shirt painfully slowly, just to look around. She was staring, but Ellie was staring as well.
And finally, Ellie felt soft fingers brushing over her skin. She shivered. She knew the other girl noticed – she could tell from the smile.
“Nice”, the council member muttered, buttoning Ellie's shirt back up. Nice? That’s all? Was she done with... with her? Why she started all this in the first place then? All of those thoughts were messing with Ellie’s head.
“Look”, Ellie spoke up, yet again a little too loud. “I won’t resist or fight back, okay? So, can I put my hands down? I’m getting a little tired-”
Oh, this misterious, soft smile; she looked so pleased. Did she know how beautiful she was? Ellie wondered, but it wasn’t the best time for that, was it. The council girl agreed, but promptly added a request that Ellie held her skirt up, even just a little.
“What for?”, Ellie asked dully, confused yet again.
“I told you”, the girl replied, “your lower half is supposed to be bare”.
Ellie exhaled. She almost forgot why she was there – surely not to get her tits fondled gently. The other expected her to follow the instruction, but Ellie didn’t.
“Okay, then don’t hold it up”, the council member shrugged, maybe just a little dissapointed. “I’m going to remove your underwear”. She looked into Ellie's eyes as they widened in dismay. “You promised you won't resist, didn't you?”
Ellie swallowed loudly and nodded her head earnestly. Of course. She couldn't resist a girl like that. The situation grew all too tense with eroticism for Ellie to think straight, when her mind was flooded with all the other reasons why she could be asked for her underwear to be gone.
“Do whatever you w-want... I won't r-resist...”
Ellie's voice came out quiet and surprisingly meek.
The councli member's hands travelled up Ellie's tights, underneath her skirt. Ellie held her breath, only to shakily release it when the hands lingered on her sides. It excited her instantly, bringing her repressed arousal to the full bloom. “Do it, just do it already, take them down”, she beseeched in her mind. “Do whatever you want”, she really did say that. It was on her now.
The hands caressed her skin under the fabric of her panties. Ellie didn't want this moment to stop. She would never even dream of anything like that. But then her panties finally slid down to her knees
*
The council girl positioned herself far to Ellie's right. Here it goes.
Whoosh and a clasp.
One.
Two. Three. Four.
Ellie grit her teeth. Was she still horny for that girl? She couldn't tell. But she could tell she couldn't be using her full force... was she going easy on her?
Five. Six... The lick of leather on her skin felt pungent and weird.
“Ugh...!”
Seven... Eight. Nine. Ten.
“Ugh- uhh....”
Asking her out after all this... she couldn't do that. But just few minutes ago...
Elven. Twelve.
At first it was just unpleasant and unexpected but now, it simply hurt.
Thirteen... f******n...
“Auch! A-...”
Fifteen! Ellie groaned, shaking her legs. A stable streak of beaming, hot pain was settling across her bottom.
Fifteen. Sixteen. s*******n. Eighteen.
“Holy f---ugh!”
Her breath was shaking. What was she thinking just now?
“Stay in place. No talking”
This calm, commanding voice. Ellie wasn’t a fan of the situation, but this... was...
”Aagh!”
Twenty!
“Hnng- n-no...”
Her voice broke in and Ellie felt her face flushing. Every next stroke was making it so much worse. She was grateful for the pauses inbetween but they were killing her, only in a different way. Twenty one...
“A-augh!”
Twenty two. Ellie arched back, holding her breath. Twenty three... Twenty four...
“Haaah! it- it hurts...”
“Be quiet”, she heard in response.
Ellie’s stomach turned. She was ashamed, but the thought of interrupting more only to hear it again crossed her weary mind for a second. Besides, why weren’t the last six comming yet? She heard the council member taking a step, Ellie assumed, closer. Was she staring at her ass? The awkward and painful reality was sipping inside Ellie’s mind. Then a loud clasp came down and Ellie gasped loudly, her knees growing weaker when she felt the leather thing dragged across her skin. What a deliberate torture. What a sadist. What-
“AAAUGH!”
Ellie was panting when the blow doubled.
“Quiet, I said”
“Sorry...”, Ellie whinced, lump in her throat, her loins pulsating with pain. She couldn’t know how - despite the correctional tone - the noises and little pleas she made pleased the girl wielding the belt.
Twenty seven... Twenty eight... Ellie shut her eyes and winced, anticipating the next blow... “come on”, she pleaded in her mind “please, don’t be so mean...”. She couldn’t stabilize her breathing anymore. Not with the tease against her skin again. Not with this final, sadistic moment building up all the tension inside her again. What a pervert. What a sadist. How could she-
“UGH!”
Ellie spent another minute panting and wincing under the teasing touches of the leather, traveling all across her exposed, sore ass, her lower tights... the insides of her tights... It dragged so much, her mind couldn’t help but wander. How naked she felt... how vulnerable... at the mercy of this girl, whose name she didn’t even know... she was just standing there, hunched over a desk, letting herself be toyed with like that...
With the thirtieth stroke Ellie yelped, then sighed shakily in relief.
“That’s it, right? You’re... you’re done?”, asked Ellie boldly but not yet daring to move away from the desk.
“Hmmm...!” came a theatrically exagerated response.
“Oh no, please-”
“Calm down”, the girl chuckled, “yes, that was surely enough. Don’t worry. I’m sorry I had to hurt you so much”.
Was she, really? Maybe. Ellie had her doubts. But maybe it wasn’t pain, what the other was into, either...
“----”
“Excuse me, what did you say?”
“Get up”, the other girl commanded simply and Ellie felt a strange wave of heat hit her face again. Why wasn’t she paying attention? “Put on your underwear. There is a little time left, but I think I can let it slide this time”
Ellie smiled in gratitude, however getting up and turning towards the other, she immediately looked down.
The pain was still blazing across her ass, making her remember all the lessons she probably should have not learned today.
*
The council member escorted Ellie to the door. When she was about to open them, she placed her hand gently on Ellie’s shoulder.
“I hope I made it at least a little more enjoyable for you”, she said, quietly, leaning in. Ellie’s heart started fluttering again.
“I don’t wish upon you getting this kind of detention on you ever again but... I am here on duty every Thursday and sometimes there is no attendants at all...”, the council girl cooed, “and if you were to look for me, for whatever reason, I tend to spend my afternoons at the library before I head back to the dorms, to get some of my work done...”
She could had make Ellie sit straight on a chair for the fifteen minutes they had left but instead she chose to seduce her. What a sadist. What a devil. What a pain in the ass.
Ellie only smiled, shyly, barely making eye contact to nod to the delighfully devilish words. She had to go. It was all too much - for now, but Ellie couldn’t see herself turining that discreet offer down.
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