>>5961824You grab Carol by the chin, look her back right in the eyes, the emotions on her fluctuate from bewilderment and yearning for something she cannot put into words anymore. The pillow slips from her arms, her almost naked body on display. You gently guide her face upwards until she’s on her knees, understanding in the moment that you weren’t wrong. Two seemingly contradicting statements can be true at the same time. Carol loathes you at this very moment, and at the same time, her face has the same distinctive look as one of your dear tomatoes. This realization doesn’t deter you from what you’re going to do next, in fact, it is a contributing factor. This woman deserves what she’s going to get…
“This is your last chance, Carol. Admit everything about the cake, and I’ll do what you have been begging me to do.” You blow her a cheeky kiss. The messy haired girl grabbed you by the collar to withstand the blow!
“Before I blow my brains out, I need to tell you…” Carol grits her teeth as she prepares to relay her final message. She wraps her arms around your neck to not let you escape. “…I DESPISE you.” Her symptoms take a turn for the worse as she means every word.
“Bad girl, that’s not what I want to hear.” You spank her rear and take a good hold of it. Risky strategy, maybe a little cocky, but you can get regularly horny too, you don’t need the cake...
“~~UUuuuuuuaahhh….~~” Carol moans after the ripple effect, then rests her head on your shoulder. “…I like your cake.” She finally admits.
“Did it do everything I said it would?” You ask.
“…Yes.” Carol admits as her voice gives.
“Louder.” You have little sympathy for those who whisper.
“Yes.” Carol pants.
“Now say everything loud and clear.” You smirk.
“~~EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT THE CAKE IS RIGHT…!!!~~” Carol breaks down as she shouts as loud as Emily did in this very room.
“Good girl. I’m gonna help you now.” You gently pat her head and her butt simultaneously.
“Huh…? My mind is clear. Are the effects gone…?” Carol realizes the heat is less than before, she takes a quick glance at you, and the redness is back. “Damn it! But they aren’t as bad. Why? I should be way worse. Don’t tell me admitting all that helped? Was Emily that heated?! Or…”
“Or?” You wonder.
“Or was it the spanking…? Is that what they meant by massage? Eugh, that explains all the moaning.” Carol doesn’t like her findings. “Figure out another way, Johnny, my skin is too sensitive for this! And you’re way too rough!” Carol demands as she starts getting pushy. “In fact, you’re barred from doing that again without my permission.”
“Carol, shut up.” You dryly retort. “I’m gonna tell you what we’re going to do, and you decide if you want to go along with it or not. I’m going to grab your chin again and kiss you, don’t ask me why it works, but it does.”
