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“And now I’m going to make you come again. Three time’s a charm and all that.”

Her eyes widen. “You are? How?”

“By spanking you,” I tell her, “And then probably fucking you again.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s not—”

“Not what?” I ask, amused.

She blushes but doesn’t answer me.

“What’s wrong with spanking?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she answers, her voice hushed. “I just—I didn’t think you would—”

“What?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbow. “What did you think I would do to you?”

She looks up at me and her eyes fill with tears. “I thought you’d take what you wanted and then leave,” she whispers, her words so quiet I almost miss them.

“What makes you think that?” I ask, sitting up straight.

She looks away. “Because that’s what guys usually do.”

“Well, I’m notguysand I have no intention of leaving until you’re so blissfully sated that you can’t keep your eyes open. Now, get over my lap and lie down.”

The expression on her face is torn. She wants to obey, but she’s hesitant.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, once you’ve taken your punishment.”

“Why am I being punished?”

“It’s December and you don’t have a fucking coat. And you thought I was going to fuck you and leave you.”

“With all due respect, the coat thing isn’t my fault, and I only just met you so how should I know what you were going to do?”

“Well, let me show you I’m a man of my word. The second you climbed off my bike, wrapped up inmyjacket and I followed you up the stairs, I knew I was going to spank that fine ass of yours until the shape of my hand was imprinted on your pert little peach for days. So let’s begin.”

She swallows and slowly turns to face me, her body sliding forward and sinking down onto my lap reluctantly, like a dog who doesn’t want to give up a toy to its master.

I help settle her in place and then run my hand along the length of her spine, marvelling at how soft her skin is. She tenses when I reach her ass and lift my hand, but I don’t spank her, I repeat the long, slow stroke of her back until she relaxes.

“Does that feel good?” I ask.

She nods.

“I’m glad,” I tell her, “because you’re going to feel my hand on your ass for a long time.”

I spank her, slowly at first, but as she starts to relax, my hand falls faster and harder. Her eyes begin to flutter, and a tiny mewling sound emerges from the back of her throat.

“How many is that?” I ask her. Not that I told her to count them, but still, I bet she has.

“Six,” she whispers.

“Good. Well done baby, over half way. You’re gonna take the rest so prettily too. Pink is such a good colour on you, but I want to turn this sexy ass red,” I tell her, rubbing her burning ass until the next slap falls.

She moans a little louder this time.

“Don…”

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