Syrisa licked her lips nervously as her armoured companion stepped up to her again. She felt suddenly very nervous that her jest had been taken for a serious comment. The wicked grin took a bit of the nervousness out of her but left her with an entirely different reason to squirm. She almost moaned as Emma towered over her.<span style="color: indigo">"N-not at all Emma, I just want to get it over with so we can hurry back."</span>She bit her lip as her pretty blue eyes stared up as Emma's face. Those eyes widened as Emma smacked her hand down hard onto the rounded cheek of her hot little bottom.<br/><br/>Syrisa took a moment to steady herself as pain and lust both surged through her. Why did she like being treated this way? She shook her head and promised she would come back to that question later. For now she hurried to the door, mumbling a thanks to Emma as she slipped darted through quickly, hoping to avoid another smack on the ass should Emma try anything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>