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magnificent,” he said.
    Without so much as a warning, he leaned in, his lips pressing against mine with a force of spontaneity so strong that the butterflies in my stomach begged to be let out. I didn’t push him away, slap him, or tell him no—instead I took the kiss, loving the way his lips pressed against mine with the force of primal attraction. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a while, though I’d longed for it, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to back away or give it up for fear I would go another long while before getting the taste of it again.
    His hand ran down the side of my dress, goose bumps forming all along my thighs, their bumpy armor not enough to keep him away as he grabbed my hip. It wasn’t enough force to hurt me, but it was more than enough to let me know he was there, and boy, was he there.
    Just as I had started to get into it, h e slowly pulled away, our lips connected before they were pulled apart, sticking to one another, as if they didn’t want this to end either.
    “Come with me,” he said, grabbing my hand.
    I held onto him, following him wherever he wanted me to go, not a single ounce of hesitation or trepidation in my body or soul. After that kiss, I knew what was coming next, but then again, I wanted him to show me.
    We walked down his hallway, where there were pictures on the walls of him and famous people, some I knew and some I didn’t. I didn’t have much time to look, since I was being whisked quickly away down the never-ending hallway. He had wood floors, the kind that were probably made from some now-extinct wood that a thousand species of animals used and needed for their own little ecosystem. Looking around, he seemed wasteful that way, but for some reason, I didn’t care.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, as we reached the end of the hallway.
    “Well, that’s my bedroom right there,” he said, pointing to the door on the right.
    “Well?” I asked, wondering what the holdup was.
    “We aren’t going in there, at least not yet. The bedroom is for sleeping,” he said, putting his hand on the silver handle of the door on the left.
    “Then what is this room for?” I asked, almost hesitantly , as if I were scared of knowing the answer.
    With a smirk, he turne d the handle, the door opening as dim lights inside turned on with the motion of the swinging door.
    My hand still laced with his , we walked inside, the door shutting behind me, the room neatly put together with a bed, some weird curved chair thing, a couple dressers, and some things hanging on the wall next to the bed whose purpose I couldn’t figure out.
    “Have you ever been spanked?” he asked, as he walked over to the wall.
    “ Spanked ?” I asked nervously.
    He pulled a long, black stick off of the wall before walking over to me, swatting the wider end of it gently into the palm of his other hand.
    “Yes…spanked,” he said with conviction.
    “No…” I replied.
    “Be a good girl and bend over.”
    I felt myself getting excited, almost happy that I got something way more than I bargained for . I didn’t know why he had this room, but I had a feeling I was about to find out what he did in it.
    He guided me over to a dresser and I put my hands on the top, arching my back, my ass sticking out and up for him. I saw him smile in a mirror on the wall, just above the bed, before he cocked back the stick and slapped my ass with it. It pushed me a little forward, a light, strong moan coming out of me, as he continued spanking me, not too hard, but hard enough to leave a light red mark. Or so I hoped.
    “Do you like it when I spank you?” he asked as he stood behind me.
    “Yes,” I said softly, as my bated words escaped my mouth.
    I felt his hand pushing my skirt up, as his hand quickly cupped my bare ass and squeezed it gently.
    “Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked in a straight, calm voice.
    “Yes,” I said, my eyes now closed as I gripped the top of the wooden dresser harder, my nails