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“Yes, Sir.”
He released her neck and shifted to stand directly behind her. He was so close that she could feel the heat of his body against the skin of her back and ass.
“But here’s the problem,” he whispered. “I expect you to submit even if you’re not aroused.”
And that statement, that hard dominance, aroused her too.
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll meet even earlier. To ensure that you don’t see or hear anything arousing.”
“Sir?” She thought she knew where this was going, but clearly, she was wrong. Was he angry that she needed arousal in order to find her submissive headspace?
“Right now, you’re standing here with your legs almost closed. It isn’t the first rule you’ve broken this morning, but I was willing to be magnanimous.”
The word should have made her chuckle. She didn’t laugh. The cool command in his voice had her skin prickling with anticipation.
“From now on, when we first see each other, I’ll give you a reminder as to who is in charge of this pretty body.”
He reached around from behind her and gripped her pussy, fingers digging in. He pulled, forcing her up onto her toes. She was still tender from yesterday and yelped at the pressure against her vulva.
“I’m not going to give you pleasure,” he murmured. “You’ll receive a punishment instead. What better way to remind you that you’re mine to do with as I please.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Despite his hand gripping her pussy, Josslyn inched her feet apart, spreading her thighs.
His lips traced the line of her throat. “Good girl.” He bit her earlobe just hard enough to make her yelp.
He released her sex and grabbed her by the back of the neck, dragging her over to a dark corner of the room.
A lone straight-backed chair waited there.
Master Ben dropped onto the seat and, without hesitation, pulled her down over his lap.
Josslyn yelped at the speed of it, losing her balance so that when she fell over his hard thighs, her breath escaped in a whoosh.
His hand cracked against her ass. A hard, punishing spank.
Josslyn yelped and jerked, nearly sliding off his lap. She was used to spankings that were slow and deliberate. Used to being carefully positioned over her Dom’s knee.
Another slap, so hard that her breath caught. It hurt.
She scrambled to grab onto something, her toes sliding against the floor.
Another slap. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He didn’t say anything.
He was quick and brutal, slapping her ass and upper thighs with a hard, heavy hand.
Josslyn gripped his calf with one hand, the other wrapped around the rung of the chair. She held on for dear life as he wailed on her ass.
The next spank landed right on an already tender spot and she screamed. Hot pain skittered over her skin. That was followed by a deep burning ache.
“Sir, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“There is no need to be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
His words made her stomach tight, a messy combination of fear and need. The fact that he would use her like this, hurt her like this, simply because he could, made her pussy wet.
“I’m spanking you to help you submit.”
