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"You're testing my patience."
"Please don't be too hard. I've never been spanked."
"That is painfully obvious, and I'll spank you as I see fit. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
Holding her breath, she waited for him to begin, but to her horror he gripped one of her cheeks, pulled it aside, and touched her virgin rosebud.
"No, no! Oh, my God! What are you doing?"
His quick response was a shocking volley of stinging smacks.
"Discipline can take many forms," he said sternly. "You attempted to control me, but you will learn I have the control, and I will do with you as I see fit. You are suffering embarrassment and humiliation because of your arrogance. Be quiet and take the punishment you deserve, or you can leave. Which is it to be?"
"I'll stay, Sir," she whimpered. "Sorry."
"Who's in control?" he demanded, pulling her cheek to the side and positioning a butt plug.
"You are, Sir,"
"What happens if you misbehave?"
"I'll be punished, Sir."
"Correct," he said brusquely, pushing the plug forward. "There. Now I'm going to spank you. You will not beg me to stop, you will not lift your head to cry out, nor will you gyrate your hips to avoid my hand. You will show me your obedience and remorse by remaining still."
"Please can you take that thing out before you start?"
Duncan could not believe his ears.
Can you take that thing out?
He had to stifle a laugh. In all the years he'd been harpooning and spanking naughty bottoms, never had he been met with, can you take that thing out? Though momentarily stumped, the appropriate response came to him. Withdrawing the unwanted intruder, he waited until he heard the breath of relief, then thrust it back in, paying no heed to her wail of displeasure.
"Any other requests?" he asked, continuing to move the unwanted intruder in and out.
"No, no, Sir, no. I'm sorry."
"Since you delayed your spanking I'm adding ten additional swats with a leather soled slipper. You'll then kneel in the corner and think about this entire episode. Now I shall begin, and be prepared to have a very red, very sore bottom."
She had barely processed his scolding words when the spanking began. He dispatched his hard slaps in a methodical, measured pace, occasionally rubbing his palm over her blushing skin. When her bottom was sufficiently scarlet, he tapped the flange of the unwelcome invader, then slowly pulled it out.
"You can rest. I'll be back in a moment."
Brittany's backside burned, and never had she endured such embarrassment. Duncan's heroine in Emily's Education had suffered a similar fate, and salacious scenes from the book flashed through her head, but the sound of Duncan's return snapped her from the decadent thoughts.
"These swats will be quick," he warned, placing his hand on the small of her back, "and they will not be pleasant."
"None of this has been pleasant," she muttered, then hastily added. "I wasn't being sassy."
"I would call it cheeky, and you'd better learn to hold your tongue. I have no compunction about landing my slipper twenty times rather than ten."
The slipper swished down on her scalded behind, and though the punishment was over in seconds, she was bleating and twisting her hips when he finished.
Moving to the bar, Duncan poured himself a shot of cognac, lifting his glass in a private toast. She'd taken her spanking with fortitude, never once begging him to stop.
"You are unique," he mumbled under his breath. "This is going to be a very interesting few days."
