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squandered it. This is about a naughty girl getting punished."
    "Oh. So like a stern headmaster paddling his recalcitrant girl student." A giggle burbled up. "I get it. You're a kinky guy, Dr. Journey. I like that about you."
    "Let's see if you like me so well after your spankin'."
    Grinning, she quickly took off her clothes and started for the bed.
    "No. Stop." He started unbuckling his belt, and Pilar's heart sped up. He was finally going to get undressed!
    "Hurry, Deuce."
    After wrapping his hand with the leather, the buckle was in his palm and only a seven or eight inch loop was left. She eyed it suspiciously. He'd always used his hands on her before. But maybe a belt wouldn't be much different. It was kind of sexy, in fact. Deuce tested it on his palm and the snapping sound made her smile. Oh yes, it was sexy.
    "Put your hands on the bed, Pilar." He looked positively cross. Obviously, he was playing the headmaster role to the hilt.
    "Yes, sir!"
    She leaned over and did as she was told. He came up behind her and spread her feet a bit wider apart with the toe of his boot. That was new, too. It seemed very stern and commanding. That kind of take-charge attitude wreaked havoc with her libido. There was growing wetness in her pussy. Her nipples got hard as her breasts dangled down toward the bed.
    "Bend a little more," he told her. "Put your face on the bed."
    Although it was a little disappointing not to be able to turn her head and see him standing there, all tall and broad-shouldered, she cooperated. The waiting was making her squirm, though, so she wiggled her butt at him in invitation.
    "You don't want to be askin' for this, sugar."
    "Come on, Deuce. I know you want to."
    "Alright. You remember now, niña, that you asked."
    "Now, now, now," she coaxed.
    His arm went up and it came down with a vengeance. The pain was instantaneous and shocking in its intensity. Pilar gasped. "Ouch!"
    Two more swats followed, each one snapping smartly on her behind harder than the one before it. She could feel the welts forming in little lines on her fanny. This was not fun. This was not what she'd expected. Instinct told her to curl away, but her emotions told her that she deserved everything he was dishing out, so she stayed put.
    "Ouch! Deuce, you're hurting me!"
    "It's punishment, Pilar. It's supposed to hurt." Half a dozen more hearty spanks hit her behind and she yelped with each one.
    "Okay! I get it!" Another four swats and her butt was beginning to burn fiercely all over.
    "I gave you no reason not to trust me, woman." More smacks followed. "Keeping secrets is no way to start a relationship."
    Guilt warred with pain in her brain. "I was bad! I understand!"
    He continued to spank, guiding the belt down her thighs and back up again.
    "Please stop!"
    "Do you want to go home now? Right now?"
    Incredibly, she didn't. She had this spanking coming to her and she wanted to be free of the guilt for one miserable lie, even if the others plagued her. Shaking her head, she sobbed softly into the comforter.
     "Then I'll decide when you've had enough, Pilar."
    "Ow! Ow! Ow!" She started to stand up, but he pushed her back down.
    "We're not done yet."
    "I'm sorry!"
    Tears wet the bed under her face. The pain was worse than anything she'd ever experienced before. She knew she'd be bruised, maybe for days. To think she'd asked for this! Encouraged it! She must have been loco.
    Deuce rounded out the fire on her butt with some well-placed smacks where her thighs and behind met and she sobbed and whimpered in response.
    "Please. I'm so sorry," she told him. He'd warned her and he'd followed through. Deuce's word was good. "I trust you!"
    He paused and she took a deep breath, gasping as her nose ran and tears streamed out of her eyes. "Okay." She started to unbend again, but his voice stopped her. "Hold on. No one told you you could get up."
    "But…"
    "I have somethin' else in mind."

Chapter 3
    Pilar could feel the warmth of his hand on her behind.