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"It's okay if it hurts a little."
"I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"It's okay. Really."
"If you say so." He smelled bubble gum on her breath as he caught her by the knees and drew them upward, then braced her heels on the desk top. The skirt bunched across her stomach. He moved between her open thighs and slipped a finger inside her.
"Does that hurt?"
"Oh, yes. Yes! What are you going to do to me?"
He told her. Roughly. Explicitly.
Her breathing grew heavier and he could feel the heat of her skin. He pushed off her school jacket and, slipping his hands beneath her bare buttocks, lifted her from the desk. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her breasts against the tucks of his shirt front as he carried her to the big leather club chair. He settled into it and positioned her knees on each side of his hips so that she straddled him.
Her blouse hung open displaying breasts that were rosy from the abrasion of his shirt. Her splayed legs revealed the glistening thicket of curls between her thighs. He was throbbing, and he began to pull her down so she could take him, but she resisted.
"You're not going to spank me first, are you?"
He groaned.
"Are you?" she repeated.
He surrendered to the inevitable. "Did you do something wrong?"
"I'm not supposed to let anyone in the house when my parents are gone."
"I guess I'll have to whale you, then, won't I?"
"No, don't!" Her eyelids drifted closed with excitement.
He was ready to explode and no longer in the mood to play games. Making up his mind not to take long with this, he pushed her down over his lap and shoved her skirt all the way to her waist. With her buttocks bared to his gaze, he smacked the flat of his hand on her soft, round flesh.
He was a powerful man, but he carefully leashed his strength, giving her only a bit more than she wanted. She gasped and writhed beneath his blows, growing increasingly more excited.
As her buttocks took on a faintly rosy hue, he thought of all the trouble his ex-wife was causing him. The late-night phone calls when she ripped his character to shreds, the legal hassles, that newspaper interview.
"Ouch! That's too hard!"
Once again the flat of his hand connected with her tender flesh. "Are you going to be good, darlin'?"
"Yes!"
"How good?"
"Ouch! Stop!"
"Tell me how good you're going to be."
"Good! I'll be good, dammit!"
He spanked her again. "No nasty little digs in the newspapers."
"All right. Stop!"
"No more late-night harangues on the telephone."
"You're ruining everything!"
