Panties, Pleasures, and Punishment - Part 2: Kneel and Sniff
Noah’s secret panty obsession just got exposed, and Sienna’s ready to take control
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CW: This story contains explicit sexual content, including panty fetishism, masturbation, non-consensual use of personal items, mild violation, and humiliation. All characters depicted are consenting adults.
A few days later, the humid air heavy with the threat of rain. Noah slipped into the backyard again, his heart pounding as he eyed Delilah's laundry basket. A sky-blue thong caught his eye, its delicate fabric. He snatched it, quick and careful, and bolted back to his house, the thrill of his secret burning in his chest. Unseen, Sienna watched from Delilah's window, her eyes narrowing as Noah disappeared into his home. She said nothing to Delilah, though her friend had mentioned someone stealing her panties, her voice laced with frustration but no suspect in mind.
That night, Noah locked his bedroom door and dimmed the light. The sky-blue thong lay on his bed, his new prize. He stripped naked, his cock already hard, and grabbed the thong, pressing it to his nose. The faint musk hit him hard, his dick twitching as he inhaled. He wrapped the fabric around his shaft, stroking slowly, the lace rough against his skin. His hand moved faster, jerking his cock with the thong, his hips bucking as he pictured Delilah's ass in the tight blue fabric. He spat on it, the wet lace clinging to his cock as he pumped harder, his balls tightening. With a low grunt, he came, thick cum soaking the thong, spilling onto his hand. Guilt hit fast, a familiar stab in his gut, but exhaustion took over, and he passed out, the ruined thong still clutched in his fist.
The next evening, Sienna knocked on Noah's door, her excuse ready. She'd told his mother she needed help with some electrical issue at her boutique in Melbourne, a half-truth to get upstairs. Noah's mom, busy in the kitchen, waved her off without a second thought. "Go on up, love, he's in his room." Sienna climbed the stairs, her pulse quickening, her mind set on confronting him about the panties she'd seen him steal.
Noah's door was slightly ajar, his mother's rare visits upstairs giving him a false sense of security. Sienna froze at the sight inside. On his bed, a line of Delilah's stolen panties pink lace, black cheeky, red bikini, and more were arranged neatly, like trophies. Noah stood naked, his cock hard and glistening, jerking off with a white lace pair wrapped around his shaft. His hand moved fast, the lace sliding over his dick, his breath ragged.
Sienna's shock turned to fury. She shoved the door open, storming in. Noah's eyes widened, his hand freezing mid-stroke, his face paling. "What the fuck?!" he stammered, stumbling back, but before he could process, Sienna's hand cracked across his cheek, a sharp slap that echoed in the room. His head snapped to the side, his cock still hard, bobbing as he stood there, stunned.
"I saw you," Sienna hissed, her voice low so his mother wouldn't hear. "Stealing her panties yesterday, you sick bastard. I came to talk, and this is what I find?" She gestured to the panties lined up on the bed, her eyes blazing. Noah, naked and exposed, tried to cover his erection with his hands, his face burning.
Before he could speak, Sienna grabbed his balls, her grip firm, squeezing just enough to make him wince. A pained moan escaped his lips, his knees buckling slightly. "Take your hands off your cock, you bastard," she ordered, her voice sharp with anger.
"No," Noah muttered, his voice shaky, but Sienna's grip tightened, the pressure sending a jolt of pain through him.
"Now," she snapped, her eyes locked on his, daring him to disobey.
Her eyes locked on his naked form, his semi-hard cock still twitching from her grip on his balls. Her anger burned, but something else flickered beneath it a spark of control. She raised her hand and delivered a quick, firm slap to his cock, the sharp sting making him gasp, his knees buckling further. His dick bobbed, half-erect, as he winced, his hands still hovering to cover himself. Sienna turned toward the door, but she paused, hand on the knob, waiting a beat. The air was thick, the silence heavy with tension.
She spun back, her gaze piercing. "What's so special about Delilah's panties, huh? Why do you sniff them like some fucking creep?" Her voice was low, sharp, barely containing her disgust.
Noah stood frozen, his mouth dry, words failing him. He just stared, his cock betraying him, hardening slightly under her glare. Sienna stepped closer, her short shorts hugging her thighs, the Sine limite tattoo peeking from her braless tank. She leaned in, her face inches from his, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Want to smell mine instead? They're already wet."
Noah's brain short-circuited, his body numb with shock and arousal. He nodded slowly, his voice barely audible. "Yes… I'd love to sniff your panties."
Sienna's lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes stayed hard. "Kneel," she snapped, her tone laced with anger and authority. Noah hesitated, then dropped to his knees, the hardwood biting into his skin. She stepped forward, her crotch level with his face, the denim of her shorts brushing his nose. Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head closer, pressing his face between her thighs. "Sniff, you pathetic fuck," she growled, her voice low to keep from alerting his mother downstairs. "Smell it."
Noah's nose pressed against the denim, the faint musk of her arousal seeping through. His hands twitched, reaching for her zipper, but she slapped them away, hard. "You obey me," she said, her voice cold. "Do exactly what I say, or you're done. Got it?"
"Yes," Noah muttered, his cock now fully hard, straining in the open air.
Sienna unzipped her shorts, letting them slide down her legs to reveal black lace panties, visibly damp at the crotch. She grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face into her pussy, the wet fabric smearing against his nose and lips. "Smell this," she hissed, grinding her hips forward. "This is your new fucking drug." Her moans were soft but raw, her grip tightening as she pushed his face deeper, her thighs clamping around him.
Noah's tongue darted out, desperate to taste, but he caught himself, looking up at her. "Can I… suck them? Lick them?" he asked, his voice thick with need.
Sienna's eyes narrowed, but she nodded. "Go ahead," she said, her tone firm. "But don't do a fucking thing without my permission, or I'll make you regret it."
He pressed his mouth to her panties, sucking the wet lace, the taste of her flooding his senses. His tongue traced the fabric, lapping at the dampness, his cock throbbing painfully as he knelt. Sienna's moans grew louder, her hand still gripping his hair, guiding his face as she rocked her hips against him. She controlled every move, her dominance absolute, and Noah surrendered to it, his world narrowing to the wet lace and her commanding presence.
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