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in the end, he would overwhelm
her with pleasure. “Yes.”
    “In
that case, I think you’ve definitely earned your punishment. Come here.”
    Sam
walked to him, taking slow, measured steps, anticipation burning through her.
    Logan
turned his chair, placing more space between him and the table before taking
her hand. When he pulled her close, she instinctively moved to stand in front
of him, but he easily adjusted her course until she was standing on his right
side.
    “Bend
over my knee.” Logan’s voice was deep, laced with promise.
    Sam
looked down at his knees, then back at him, unable to move from her spot. Ok,
so thinking about being spanked and actually giving in to letting it happen
were two different things. Maybe she should rethink this entire situation.
    Just
when she would have taken a step back, Logan gripped her wrist firmly.
    “Over
my knee, Sam. Now.” This time he injected the firm, definitely-not-kidding tone
she’d heard before.
    Anxiety
coursed through her bloodstream, making her feel dizzy but somehow she managed
to lean over, her stomach lying across his thighs. It certainly would have been
easier if he’d have put her in position himself, but because he expected her
total submission, Sam found forcing herself to do as he said to be harder than
she could have imagined.
    “Damn,
baby. You’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.”
    She
wanted him to get on with it, get it over with because the longer he waited,
the more nerve she lost. When his big, calloused hand began brushing her bare
butt cheeks, she squirmed. Although she had left her panties on, the thong
offered remarkably little cover.
    “It’s
going to look so beautiful after I redden it with my hand.” Logan said, his
play by play ratcheting up her anxiety. “Is that what you want, Sam? You want
me to spank your ass?”
    Oh
God! When he put it like that, it was a turn on like no other. To think he would
actually do it was another thing.
    “Tell
me.” He ordered.
    Sam
knew Logan liked to be in control, he reveled in her pleasure, which was
another turn on, but he would not continue until she gave him the go ahead.
    “Yes.”
She muttered, holding herself up by placing her hands on his calves, her arms
beginning to ache from the strain.
    “Yes,
what?” He asked, still gently gliding his palm over her butt.
    “Spank
me.” The words sounded silly, but the feel of his hand on her thighs, on her
butt, kept her from laughing out loud.
    Then
there was no room for laughter because his hand came down forcefully, causing
her to scream from the bolt of pain that ripped through her butt.
    He
didn’t give her time to recover before he repeated the punishment, although his
hand landed on her other butt cheek that time. The sting was intense, but the
burning sensation was even more so.
    “How
many do you think you deserve?” Logan asked, patiently caressing her overheated
skin.
    Did
he actually expect her to answer? Sam hoped not because her breath was lodged
in her chest and her brain was on overload.
    “How
many?” His command was urgent, and he punctuated it with another slap to her
behind.
    “Ten.”
She threw out the first number that came to mind, shocked at her audacity.
    “Ten?
Why ten?” He inquired, again stroking her heated flesh with his warm palm.
    “I
don’t know.” She admitted. If she’d been smart, she would have said five.
    “Count
them off.” Logan instructed seconds before the next slap landed firmly.
    “One.”
She choked out. That one hurt and that clearly didn’t explain the sudden throb
between her legs. Was she actually enjoying this?
    Another
slap, this one in the exact same spot as the last. She screamed and squirmed
before blurting out, “Two.”
    By
the time Logan was finished, her counts barely audible, there were tears
streaming down her face, and her ass was on fire. Sam was unable to move, hardly
able to think for the pain ricocheting through her bottom.
    “So
pretty.”
    Sam’s
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