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He supported her as she stood and followed his order.
The top tie of her gown came unfastened, gaping open, which meant her bare breasts were against the coolness of the table.
“Do you suppose there’s a penalty for orgasming when I told you not to?”
Please, yes.“That’s at your discretion, Sir.”
“I will point out that you compounded your first error by arguing about it and blaming your Dominant.”
She turned her head, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
His back was turned to her, and he was rolling up his sleeves.
The mere sight of his forearms and rippling biceps was enough to arouse her once again.
“Do you agree?”
To be fair, she couldn’t exactly say yes. After all, ithadbeen his fault. Without his devilish touches, she would have never climaxed. “Anything you say, Sir.”
“Clever response.” He faced her. “Now reach your hands above you to grasp the end of the table.”
With the new position, he’d managed to create his own version of a spanking bench.
Now, using the end of the crop, he tapped the insides of her knees to indicate he’d like her legs farther apart.
After she complied, a small clatter reached her. Then he took hold of her buttocks and dug in his fingertips.
She sucked in a shallow breath before settling herself more completely against the surface beneath her.
“That’s it. Now turn in your toes slightly.”
This she was more familiar with.
He spanked her a few times, not hard, just enough to ensure blood flow to her skin.
This was delicious—especially now that the need to come had receded.
Hayes settled into a pace that lulled her into a relaxed state. The dull thud of a smack, followed by him rubbing the area.
As he increased the intensity, she barely noticed.
“Are you doing okay, Abigail?”
“Mmm…” She closed her eyes. From here, she could easily fall asleep.
“How many spanks was that?”
Somewhere between a dozen and a thousand. She didn’t know. Didn’t care.
“Abigail?”
“Not enough.”
He moved positions, and he switched his hand for the crop. He varied the location and depth of his strikes—above her knees, many on her sit spot, most on the fleshiest part of her rear.
“Shall I continue?”
She should say that it was up to him. “Most definitely.”
