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“I know you feel you want to be made to do this, but I need to know that you’re okay. The games we’ve played have been mild so far. If I’m going to really push you, then you need a way to stop it, just in case it gets to be too much.”
That made sense. “What word?”
“It’s better if it’s something unusual—not a part of daily conversation.”
“Kanga.”
He laughed. “Apt indeed. Now finish your breakfast. I’m itching to feel your ass heat under my hand. As compensation, you have free rein to come as often as you wish today.”
“With frequent spankings, I doubt that will happen,” she grumbled.
“You will be surprised, Roo.”
* * *
She could hardly eat after that, especially with his smoking stare across the table. Her heart thudded, seeming to climb into her throat. Finally she drank down the dregs of her coffee. “Let’s get this over with,” she declared.
His eyes gleamed, but he didn’t comment, simply gestured inside. He followed her in and she knew he watched her naked bottom with anticipation.
“Where?”
Miguel sat on the white couch. “Lay across my lap, arms stretched above your head to grasp the edge of the cushion.”
She followed his direction, aware of the fine trembling in her muscles. He adjusted her hips so they were held high by one lean thigh. His large hand smoothed her bottom then urged her thighs apart.
“This will be the easiest position for you. The most relaxed and comforting. You are able to hide your face and cry into the cushion. The most basic rule is not to fight me. If you move your hands or feet to stop me, I will tie them. Otherwise, you should know I’ll spank you as long as I want to—no matter how much you cry.”
She turned her face. “I won’t cry.”
“Ah, querida.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Yes, you will. And that’s all right.” The hand on her bottom delved between her thighs, finding her slick and hot. “Just like it’s all right to be aroused by this.”
She buried her face in the couch cushions, unable to stop herself from moving with his hand. “I don’t know why I am.”
“I do. Now, lie still like a good girl.”
He placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades and removed the one from between her slick thighs. She braced herself, waiting, feeling so oddly young draped across her lover’s lap. The first smack startled her. The second stung, fierce and shocking. It hurt more than she’d thought. The next few came rapid fire, shattering her composure. She found herself squirming, trying to get away from the slaps that fell one after another, burning more. Kicking her feet against the couch, she cried out into the cushion, gripping the edge tight, fighting not to put her hands back to stop him.
At each moment, she thought he might stop, but he didn’t. The pain and shock built until she broke, sobbing into the pillow, her hips rising and falling with each stinging blow. The burn built into more rising tension. She throbbed with it, crying it out, pleading incoherently.
Then his hand was between her thighs again and she came, pumping against it. She was still coming when he pulled her into his lap, hand still deep inside her. He kissed her, deeply and she returned the kiss with a kind of innocent vulnerability she hadn’t felt since she was a girl.
Comfort blazed into desire and she pulled the pajama bottoms off his narrow hips, bending over to take his hard cock in her mouth, wanting to taste all of him. He urged her up. “Condoms—on the table.”
She found the pile and ripped open the package, rolling the condom over him with haste and then straddling and sinking onto him. The sheer pleasure of being filled and stretched by him overwhelmed her. He dug his hands into her tender bottom and kissed the tears from her face, muttering endearments in Spanish. Holding his face in her hands, she kissed him as she rode, full of inexplicable emotion. Riding their climaxes to glory.
* * *
After that, they took a swim. She laughed when he suggested it, then headed into the bathroom to compose herself and clean up. Surprisingly, her rear end looked only a little pink—nothing to show for how much it had turned her inside-out. She felt ragged and torn open, like she wore new skin. Nothing had ever affected her like that.
And she had three more to go.
So it turned out that swimming in the cool water with her laughing lover was just the thing to restore a sense of peace. They wrestled in the water, playing like otters. Then they sunbathed in the lounge chairs and Miguel slathered her with sunscreen, meticulously coating every crevice, making her feel worshipped and cherished.
She fell asleep in the warm sun, waking only when Miguel traced a gentle hand down her arm, to tell her lunch was served. Her languid mood dissipated as her sun-soaked brain caught up to the significance. Another spanking would follow lunch. Miguel caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead.
“Remember how good it felt after.” And he helped her up from the lounge chair to sit at the umbrella table.
She ate slowly this time, savoring the rice and seafood dish. They drank icy cold white wine, though Miguel said they shouldn’t have too much, given their planned activities. He said she should take some time to digest, too. Perhaps a light swim, as the next position would be more strenuous.
