As you rub your sore cheek, Synthia steps closer once more, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She places one hand on your shoulder, steadying herself as she lines up the other before delivering another hard smack to your right cheek. "And again!" she cries out, her voice now filled with excitement and lust. "That's better! You deserve to be punished for being such a bad owner!"

Her words are like honey pouring over your skin, making you feel hot and needy all at once. As she continues to spank you, her movements become more wild and uncontrolled, each slap landing harder than the last as she loses herself in the power of dominance. With every smack, she feels a rush of pleasure course through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly or remember that this is all just a game.

It takes several minutes of careful work before she's satisfied with her progress. Finally, she withdraws the tool and sits back on her heels, panting slightly from exertion and nerves. She looks down at your now-shrunken member and bites her lip nervously. It's smaller than hers is now, which was not part of the plan... but somehow it just feels right.

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, blushing even harder than before. "Y- Yes," she whispers. "I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction.

The sound of your voice sends a shiver down her spine. Her movements grow more urgent as she thrusts deeper into you, feeling the heat and tightness surrounding her finger. Her eyes fly open and she looks down at what she's doing in shock, then back up to meet your gaze once again.

"O- Oh... I'm sorry... D- Did I do something wrong?" She asks nervously, her voice barely above a whisper as her hand begins to tremble slightly.

"O- Oh..." She whispers, understanding beginning to dawn on her face. "I... I see." Her fingers slowly begin to move in and out of you, still gentle but with more confidence now that she knows it's what you want. The touch of her fingertip against your prostate sends another shiver through your body, and Synthia gasps as she feels the same sensation deep within herself.

Her other hand slides up your back, gently massaging your shoulder before moving lower to caress your chest.