Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Let Me Show Who’s In Charge

Just as Yelena was struggling to push the scandalous thought of sharing Mika away, his voice broke the tense silence.

"I’m back, you two."

Mika walked back into the kitchen, a small bag in one hand and a tube of cooling ointment in the other. He glanced between the two women, Charlotte still bent over with her red bottom exposed, and Yelena frozen in her compromised position, before addressing Charlotte.

"Not only did I get ice packs, but I also got some cooling ointment as well." He said, stepping closer. "It’ll feel much better if I apply it on your butt. It’s quite red."

"There’s really no need!" Charlotte tried to wave him off, though she remained on the counter. "I’m completely fine without it. It’s not the first time I’ve been spanked like this, remember?"

Mika shook his head, a soft smile on his lips.

"I know there’s no real damage, and even if there was, your body regenerates quickly. But I still want to apply some ointment on you." He insisted. "It’ll cool your butt down and make it feel like it’s resting on cold water. It’ll be nice."

He then said, "Here, let me help you." before grabbing Charlotte’s shoulders and to her complete surprise, he pulled her up and swung her into a princess carry.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide and bright.

The humiliation of the spanking instantly disappeared, replaced by sheer elation. She snuggled into his chest, thinking that all the pain was utterly worth it, and she would gladly be spanked an infinite number of times if this was the reward.

Mika then looked at Yelena, who was still sticking out her bottom and looking nervously at him.

"It’s enough of that, Yelena." He commanded gently. "Come out to the sofa."

He carried Charlotte into the living room and sat down on the large, comfortable sofa, gently positioning Charlotte on his lap. Yelena, her movements hesitant and nervous, slowly followed.

She sat down on the sofa a noticeable distance away from Mika, unsure of his next move.

Mika, however, wouldn’t allow the separation. He shot her a reproachful look.

"Come close. Aren’t you the one who always loved to sit close on the sofa? Why are you going away right now?"

Without waiting for an answer, he reached out and pulled her roughly toward him, smooshing her against his side. Yelena gasped, mortified by the sudden intimacy.

Mika then carefully flipped Charlotte over onto his lap. Now, she was lying on her stomach, her torso resting on his thighs, while her reddened butt was perfectly exposed and positioned right above his lap. She looked back at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.

He picked up the tube of cooling ointment and squeezed a generous amount into his palm, spreading it slowly until his hand was thoroughly lubricated. He then lowered his hand onto Charlotte’s sore, glowing butt.

He began spreading the cool, slick ointment all over Charlotte’s cheeks. He rubbed the creamy substance deep into the red, tender flesh, his touch surprisingly soothing.

The coolness was a stark contrast to the burning heat from the spanking. He worked the ointment into every curve and crease, ensuring deep penetration. His fingers kneaded the soft, resilient muscle, simultaneously massaging away the sting and drawing out a low, satisfied moan from Charlotte.

Yelena watched from the side, her expression tightening as she assumed Mika was using this as another excuse to indulge his desires, to tease and play with her daughter under the guise of care.

She could almost see the smirk he must be hiding, the way his mind was likely wandering to places it shouldn’t.

’Typical Mika.’ She thought, her fingers gripping the edge of the sofa just a little tighter. ’Always finding a way to turn everything into something erotic, something for his own amusement.’

But then, Charlotte did something unexpected.

With a slow movement, Charlotte twisted her upper body, turning her head to look back at Mika with a playful, knowing smile. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as the ointment did its work.

"Mmm, that does feel nice." She purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Really, really nice. Good call with the ointment, Mika." She let out a soft, contented sigh, her body melting further into his lap.

But then, her smile turned mischievous, her gaze sharpening as she locked eyes with him.

"Though...you could do better."

Mika’s hand paused mid-motion, his eyebrows lifting slightly. "Better?"

Charlotte nodded, her grin turning teasing.

"Oh, yeah. Much better." She shifted slightly, adjusting her position to give him better access, her voice dropping to a sultry, commanding tone. "You’re just spreading it around like you’re in a hurry. If you’re going to do it, do it properly."

"Like this..."

Charlotte’s voice was almost instructive, as she reached back with one hand and guided his fingers to the top of her left cheek.

"Start here. Use your thumbs, press in deep, and work your way down in slow circles. Don’t rush it." She let out a soft, breathy moan as his thumbs obeyed, sinking into the tender flesh. "Yeah...just like that. But don’t stop there."

Her voice grew huskier, her commands laced with a dirty edge.

"Now, use your fingertips to trace the curves, really work it into the skin. Make sure you get every inch."

Mika noticed her trying to take control, but he followed her instructions, his fingers moving with more intensity, more intent. Charlotte’s eyelids fluttered, a low, needy sound escaping her lips as his touch grew more thorough.

"That’s it..." She murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "Now, spread my cheeks just a little, gently, and rub the ointment inside the crease. Don’t be shy, Mika. I know you want to."

Yelena’s eyes widened, her mouth parting slightly as she watched her daughter take control, her words bold and unashamed.

Charlotte’s guidance was anything but innocent; it was a performance, a way to turn the tables and make him the one following her lead.

And Mika, to his credit, or perhaps his detriment, obeyed without hesitation, his fingers slipping into the sensitive space between her cheeks, massaging the ointment deeper.

Charlotte’s moan filled the room, her body arching slightly as she pressed back into his touch.

"Oh, fuck!~...yeah, just like that." Her voice was a breathy whisper now, her commands growing dirtier, more explicit. "Now, use your other hand. One on each cheek. Knead them, Mika. Squeeze them. Make sure the ointment really sinks in"

Mika’s hands moved in sync, his touch growing firmer, more possessive as Charlotte’s instructions grew more demanding. She was practically purring now, her body writhing subtly against his lap, her moans growing louder, more uninhibited.

"Harder!~" She breathed. "I can take it. I want it harder!~"

Yelena’s face burned as she watched, her own body reacting against her will. She had assumed her daughter was the one being played with, that she was the one at Mika’s mercy. But here was Charlotte, using the moment to pleasure herself, to take exactly what she wanted from him.

"Now, slide your fingers lower." Charlotte instructed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Right there...yeah. Rub it all over. Don’t miss a spot."

Mika’s fingers obeyed, his touch growing bolder, more intimate as Charlotte’s moans filled the air. She was in complete control, her body responding to every movement, every press of his fingers.

"That’s it..." She gasped, her hips shifting restlessly. "Just like that, Mika. You’re such a good boy when you listen."

Yelena could only stare, her mind reeling. This wasn’t Mika taking advantage of Charlotte, this was Charlotte using him, bending him to her will, turning his attempt at aftercare into something far more sinful.

And from the look on Mika’s face, he was loving every second of it. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming faster as Charlotte’s dirty words washed over him, her body responding to his touch with unabashed pleasure.

Charlotte let out a soft, satisfied laugh, her voice dripping with triumph.

"See, Mama?" She murmured, her gaze flickering toward Yelena for just a moment, her smile knowing, almost wicked. "Even when he thinks he’s in control...he’s not." She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against his hands, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "He’s mine."

Yelena’s head was about to dip in a slow, defeated nod, ready to concede Charlotte’s point—when something inside Mika snapped.

The casual way Charlotte had taken his hand, the smug tilt of her voice as she declared ’He’s mine’, grated against his pride.

He had been letting her steer the moment for fun...but now? Now she was acting like she wore the crown.

SMACK.

"Ahhh!♡~ Mikaaa!♡~"

His palm cracked across Charlotte’s ass, the sharp sound ricocheting through the living room. She jolted forward with a startled, throaty moan, her body arching instinctively.

"Who’s in command now, Charlotte?" Mika’s voice was low, dangerous, laced with a grin. "Who gives the orders in this house?"

SMACK!

"Haughhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~"

Another firm slap, her flesh rippling under the impact.

"There’s only one man here." He continued, eyes flicking between Charlotte and Yelena. "and that’s me. Not you, not your mother. Me."

Charlotte whimpered, her earlier bravado melting into flustered heat. "M-Mika—"

"Shh...Listen to me, Charlotte. Listen to me carefully."

He leaned in, breath hot against her ear, as he decided to show off his control and command he had over her to Yelena.

"Right now, I want you to do something for me. I want you take you hand, grab onto those juicy cheeks of yours and I want you to spread them wide. And I want you to show your mother over here how cute her daughter’s tiny asshole is."

His voice dropped to a filthy purr.

"So, come on, Charlotte. Spread your cheeks...Show us both that perfect little rosebud I love to play with."

Charlotte’s eyes went wide, a high-pitched squeak escaping her throat. "M-Mika, no! Mama’s watching! I can’t—"

But she quickly stopped herself, seeing the darkness in his gaze. She knew she couldn’t refuse. The very idea, however humiliating, also made her body warmer and more obedient.

Slowly, reluctantly, she brought her slippery hands, covered in the cooling ointment, back to her buttocks. She gripped the flesh tightly and began to spread her cheeks.

The pale, untouched flesh was slowly revealed, leading to the dramatic unveiling of the forbidden area.

Finally, at the end of the line, a tiny, cute pink hole was revealed.

It was impossibly small, a perfect little star that winked and fluttered with every nervous breath she took, as if breathing on its own. A bead of moisture clung to the rim, catching the light.

Yelena’s breath hitched.

She had bathed Charlotte, dressed her, seen her naked countless times...but this?

This was obscene, intimate, forbidden. Her daughter’s anus, exposed and twitching under her gaze, was a sight she’d never imagined, and never should have seen.

Mika, seeing Yelena’s stunned reaction, took her compliance to the next level. He reached out, holding her neck, and gently pushed her closer toward Charlotte’s exposed rear.

"Look closely, Yelena. Look closely at this beautiful specimen right here." He commanded, his voice a low, possessive murmur. "See how cute it is? How it twitches when she’s turned on? It always does that, little spasms, like it’s begging for attention."

Charlotte let out a humiliated whimper.

"Don’t tell that to Mama, Mika! She doesn’t need to know!"

Yelena, however, was unable to move, held in place as she watched her daughter’s anus twitch and contract.

Mika leaned into Yelena’s ear and whispered.

"You probably haven’t even seen your own asshole, like most people...But don’t worry." He pointed his finger at Charlotte’s anus. "This is probably the same. Both mother and daughter have the same genes and around the same body. Your anus probably looks exactly like this."

"Basically, looking at your daughter’s anus is basically the same as looking at your own anus...So, take a good look and what you have yourself." He instructed her.

Yelena could only gulp.

Her body was growing hotter and hotter.

She knew she should be repulsed, she should be enraged.

But she herself couldn’t help but feel intensely turned on as she stared at the beautiful, twitching specimen in front of her...