Old Friends (Greer & Ren) - The Den

Greer hid a smile behind her hand at the reaction, still watching and curious as to what was going to occur next.

He took his time. His hands ran over Ren's thighs with a deceptively gentle touch. Then he brought his hand down in another sharp smack, on the other side.

Again she jumped, though the sound this time was less surprised and more pleased.

Greer watched with a smirk, glad to see Ren happy and Jim having fun too.

He looked up at Greer and grinned. Then his hand came down again. Solid smack.

Definitely more pleased. She groaned softly as she held her position for him.

His hands turned gentle as they rubbed her exposed rear. Fingers gently trailed over her thighs and he gave her an rather unexpected slap at her thighs.

She was sighing softly at the more gentle touch, her eyes fluttering mostly closed. The slap brought on a pretty little cry of pleasure.

About that time was when he started actually spanking her in earnest. A flurry of blows all on her exposed backside, with no break in between and just growing stronger with each slap.

Greer watched them with an amused smile and then moved in front of Ren, gently stroking her face.

She was squirming, her eyes tightly shut, as she began panting. Her hands clutched at his strong thigh as his ceaseless and solid spanking made her whimper. When she felt Greer's soft touch, a hit of a smile showed - though the next slap brought on a lovely whimper. She tilted her head, pressing her cheek against the pretty red head's fingers.

She kept stroking her face gently as the other cheeks took a pounding, softly humming a cheerful little tune, and looking over Ren's shoulder watching Jim.

He continued. Though with Greer touching Ren, his blows against her backside got stronger.

The first stronger strike elicited a pretty little yelp. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. One hand clutched at Jim's leg, the other sought out Greer's free hand. She tried to focus on the song, the happy tune, but each slap made her jump and twitch.

Greer took her hand, her other hand still a contrast to what Jim was doing and still humming a cheery little tune. Then gently she kissed Ren's nose and both cheeks between yelps.

That was better. His stinging slaps continued.

She tried to stay relaxed, but it was impossible. Of course tensing up just made each stinging slap burn just a little more. Her eyes opened, glinting with a combination of pain and pleasure. She softly kissed the fingers that were so gently brushing against her skin. They were such a lovely counterpoint to the intensity of the spanking.

Greer let her kiss her fingers, still holding her other hand, then gently petted down Ren's front to gently cup her breast.

He waited until Greer cupped Ren's breast. That's when the first truly strong blow struck. Pleasure mixed with pain, his fingers turning gentle and running over the length of Ren's sex while he watched Greer.

Still a contrast to his blows, she gently rolled her nipple between her fingers till the blow stopped, then pinched her nipple, and then gently went to cup her other breast. Her eyes watching Ren and her reactions, still gently petting her face with her other hand and softly humming still.

Ren's expression was full of beautifully twisted feelings. There was pain, and pleasure, so much pleasure. She was gazing at Greer with something close to adoration as she helped to temper the wonderful ache that Jim was providing. The first truly strong blow was a reminder of just how strong her Clanmate was. Her already tingling backside began to throb where his hand struck. The surprise of his fingers turning gentle and sliding lightly across her sex made her jump even more than the blow had. Greer's teasing fingers had found one of Ren's most sensitive places. As she pinched, Ren arched her back, offering more of herself to both Jim and Greer. Her eyes lit up as her often repressed desires started to blossom full force.

This was a proper spanking, if you asked him. The contrast between pleasure and pain making both sensations even more intense. The moment that Ren arched toward Greer and offered herself more to him, his sharp and strong blow struck again.

Greer put Ren's hand back on Jim's knee, then slid under her, gently taking her nipple into her mouth, a gentle flutter with her tongue as her other breast she gently cupped and played with. Keeping up the gentle, soft contrast to Jim's blows and still she softly hummed a cheerful little tune.

All Ren could do for the first few seconds what gasp and whimper. Greer's mouth was talented in oh so many ways...

Since Greer was handling the soft contrast, he kept raining ever-harder blows against Ren's rear and thighs.