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Francesca panted against his lips. His tone had sounded like an accusation, but it began to dawn on her that in this situation, at least, it definitely indicated he was pleased.
    Heat flooded her sex, his pleasure somehow her own.
    “But I won’t be sidetracked.”
    “I wasn’t trying to sidetrack you—”
    “I
will
finish this punishment,” he said as if steeling himself, ignoring her outburst. He kissed her once softly on the mouth. “Now bend over and present your bottom. You may keep your thighs together since your hands are restrained. I’m going to have to make your sweet ass burn for making me worry like that.”
    Something in his tone made her think he was going to punish her harder than he had that first time. She lowered her arms, bending and placing her restrained hands on her knees. He immediately began to rub the leather slapper over her ass cheeks in a sliding caress. She recalled how Ian had told her to arch her back slightly. Her sex clenched tight; her supersensitive nipples prickled as she thrust them forward.
    He paused in his caressing of her bottom with the slapper. She glanced sideways at him anxiously.
    He muttered a blistering curse. She watched in mounting arousal as he began to unfasten his pants hastily. Instead of drawing them down his thighs, he left them around his hips, merely reaching inside the open fly to draw out his rigid erection with what appeared to be considerable effort. He let the heavy weight of it fall once it was free, the bunched boxer briefs and fabric from his pants keeping it suspended at a horizontal angle from his body.
    She stared at his cock in amazement. She’d never seen it this close before. He’d never really let her. It stunned her how beautiful it was. How did he walk around with something so obvious, so
large
, between his legs all the time? Granted, he usually wasn’t this hard . . . but still. It seemed incomprehensible to her, the sheer flagrancy of his sex. She stared, spellbound, at the thick, lengthy staff with several swollen veins running along it, feeding his arousal; the tapered, succulent head that made her mouth water; the shaved, full testicles.
    “I should have blindfolded you,” he muttered dryly. “Look down at the floor, lovely.” She did so, having trouble catching her breath. He rubbed the crop against her bottom. “Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” she squeaked.
Was she
?
    He popped her ass with the slapper, and she squealed. Perhaps he was learning to differentiate her sounds of excitement versus her sounds of pain, because he continued to smack her, landing the popper on different patches of skin each time, heating her entire ass. Once he’d spanked both buttocks entirely, he began again. The slapping of her already spanked skin
did
sting. She gritted her teeth, the unbearable sizzle of her clit helping her endure the slight burn of discomfort. Why did the slapper seem to be stimulating her nipples at such a distance? And why in the world did even the soles of her feet start to burn as he continued to punish her bottom?
    “
Oooh
,” she moaned when he landed a blow that particularly smarted.
    “Bend all the way over and put your hands on top of your feet.”
    He’d spoken so sharply, she couldn’t help but turn to look at him. She moaned shakily when she saw he fisted his cock in his hand and was stroking himself as he continued to spank her. Even though his gaze remained on his task, he must have noticed that she looked.
    “Head down,” he rasped.
    She bent farther, stretching her hamstrings, staring blindly at her hands when she lay them flat on top of her feet. Did his low grunt sound pleased? Her thoughts suddenly scattered when he used his large hand to pull back her ass cheeks, exposing her wet outer sex to the cool air.
    She cried out sharply when he tapped the slapper over the delicate, aroused tissues. He pressed harder with his hand, peeling back her buttocks and sex lips.
    Pop.
    Her knees buckled at the concise