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He waited for her to turn around until he gave her more instructions. “Hands on the tree, ass out. Remember your safeword.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, pressing her palms into the trunk of the tree.

His palm connected with her ass where it met her thigh and she yelped. “Spread your legs. If I tell you to bend over, I should get a nice view.”

Her pussy tingled at his words, and she widened her stance. He rewarded her with a gentle smack against her wet folds before he dragged a finger across her clit.

“If you hadn’t disobeyed me, I might be burying myself in you already. Instead, I’m going to thrash you and then fuck you.”

“So sad, Sir,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

He chuckled. “You must really want me to light your ass up. I only planned to give you ten. I just cut three in case one breaks. Now I’m going to whip you until you safeword or I break all three.”

She shuddered. Maybe she should have just gone inside when he told her he was ten minutes away. But she’d made her choice, so she gripped the tree harder and prepared herself for the burn of the switch to land across her skin.

She heard his steps crunching against the ground as he went to retrieve the switches. When he was standing behind her again, she longed for his hands to be on her again. He placed one palm on the small of her back. Not exactly what she had in mind.

His hand left her, and she heard the first switch whistle through the air. It landed across her backside with a quiet pop and left a stinging stripe behind. It wasn’t quite the intense pain she was expecting, but the little piece of nature had a bite to it that would build as he struck her more.

“Now that’s delightful,” he murmured as he stepped forward to drag a finger across the stinging stripe.

She whimpered when his hand drifted between her thighs. “Is this turning you on, baby?” he asked.

She gave an emphatic nod and whispered, “Yes, Sir,” as the slickness at her core grew.

“I think we’ll try to get through this as quickly as we can. I’m ready to fuck you.”

He stepped away from her again and the whistle of the switch followed immediately. It took six strokes to break the first one and her ass was on fire by the time he was done, but so was the desire she felt.

Memphis traced a finger down her spine as he picked up the second switch. He popped it into the air, making her jump. It didn’t make contact with her skin, though. It was just a test swing. When it did land against her ass, it crisscrossed the other stripes he laid, and she fought the urge to jump up and rub her sore behind. The endorphin rush this punishment was giving her made it worth staying in place.

Not only was there the chance of getting caught by security or a groundskeeper, but there was something about being corrected by the man who controlled her that sent her arousal through the roof. On the one hand, she wanted to please him and earn his praise, but the steely tone he took with her when he was scolding sent her heart fluttering just as much as hearing the words, “Good girl.”

She yelped when he struck her inner thigh. That did send her dancing, and he clucked his tongue.

“Naughty girl. Put your legs together. You’ve earned one across your thighs.”

The next stripe landed on the back of her thighs and the fire it left behind was enough to cool some of the flame between her legs. But his next words just flared it right back up.

“Step out of position again and the next one goes on your clit. I’ll make you hold yourself apart so I can aim in just the right spot.”

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered. “That should not be hot.”

His laugh was low and wicked. “But it is. You’re doing good. Spread your legs again.”

She did as he ordered and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from squealing when the next swat landed.

That broke the second switch, and she knew it was almost over. He would be inside her soon.

The third switch seemed sturdier, and Rylee prayed it broke as quickly as the other two but didn’t hold her breath. It would be just like him to save the one that would last the longest for last.

He laid three quick stripes to her backside then surprised her by snapping it himself and tossing it aside. Memphis had never gone back on something he promised to do to her.

“I need to fuck you now. Stand up.”

She expected him to take her from behind, but he clearly had other ideas, so she eased herself off the tree and raised up to a standing position.

When he turned her around, his pants were already unzipped, and he pulled her in for a harsh kiss.

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