"Mnfh! H-Harker, that hurts like hell— Ah!"
Joan moaned with her head buried on the covers of her bed. She was breathless as she endured even more hits on her bubbly ass, the red handprints turning into shades of purple by now.
But she didn't stop Harker. Harker said that if she truly wanted him to stop, all she had to say was….
'Edmund'.
She thought it was very cruel of him to do that, but she did understand. Harker wanted this night to be for him, and no one else. And she knew she wouldn't call out that name anyway, whether on purpose or accidentally.
She wanted to fully give herself to him, and only him.
"It's weird to have the student be disciplining the teacher, but here we are. Former student, but whatever." She heard his voice from behind her. "And seeing how you just keep getting wetter, it's safe to say that our dear Professor Joan enjoys it."
