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helped her to her feet. Her head swam a little and her bottom was definitely warm. Overall, though, ten strokes was a very light paddling, and she was grateful that’s all she’d suffered for her transgression. She knew it could have been a lot worse.
    Blaine sat on the edge of the bed, tugging on her arm.
    “W—what are you… ?”
    The fire in the hazel depths of his gaze was unmistakable. “The paddling was for your punishment. This is for me. Over my lap.”
    Oh no.
    She swiftly found herself in that familiar, humiliating position, blood pounding at her temples, the unruly dark curls of her hair all around her. She felt heat against the side of her hip and looked back. His cock stood up from the open fly of his slacks, its heavy length laid along her flesh. The urge to turn and take him between her lips was so strong; she almost risked further disobedience to do it.
    Blaine looked down at her, his jaw clenched. “Get your head down.”
    She obeyed, shivering, hiding her face back under her curls once more.
    The loose blouse partially covered her bottom, so he rucked the fabric higher, fully exposing her, the air cool on her sweaty lower back. His hands eased over her ass, the calloused fingers rough against her soft skin. Her thighs shook, fatigued from holding them steady during the paddling. His hands squeezed the lush flesh.
    “Tired, little girl? We’re not done yet — not by a long shot.”
    Blaine massaged each cheek in turn, both hands stroking, kneading, working the tension from her muscles. He traced each stinging, abraded mark with gentle fingertips, even bending to blow on them once, making her shiver. “Scorched here I see. Might be pretty sore after your spanking.”
    “Um, maybe you could skip the spanking?”
    His hands stopped moving, his body tense, still. She swallowed. Maybe talking back hadn’t been the most brilliant of moves.
    Fingers dove into the tangle of her locks, twisting as he pulled her head up sharply. “Do you get to dictate what happens in this relationship?”
    Wait — relationship?
    He’d never called it that before. ‘Play’ or ‘arrangement’ were the terms she’d most often heard him use.
    “N—no, Sir.”
    “And why is that?” The cadence of his speech slowed, his voice soft. But she wasn’t fooled — when he got this way, she knew she was in trouble.
    There were few right answers to these questions, and many wrong ones. “Because my only duty is to obey, do as I’m told?”
    “That’s correct. So, does that mean you get to suggest I let you off of your spanking?”
    Were it possible to unspeak words, she knew she’d be doing it now.
    “Ahh!” Her scalp burned as his hand tightened in her locks. “No, Sir! I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry.”
    “Good, then we understand each other, don’t we?”
    She nodded as best she could against his steely grip.
    Blaine let go of her hair, his hand stroking from her nape down the length of her spine, fingers tangling in the blouse bunched at the small of her back.
    He squeezed her buttocks harshly, making her wince. ”Ready for your spanking?”
    I thought this was for you?
    She was eternally grateful her snark did not make it past her lips.
    “Yes, Sir. Please, not too hard.”
    Hands stroked circles over each cheek, adding to the heat of her paddling. “That’s up to you. Be a good girl, and this shouldn’t take long.”
    The spanking began immediately, heavy smacks swiftly building heat to scorching levels. His palm slapped down onto the middle of one of her cheeks, the sound like a pistol shot. Soon, she was wagging her hips side-to-side, unable to help herself, even though she knew it would only encourage him to be even harsher with her.
    “Keep still. I’m not hitting you that hard. A good girl takes her spankings quietly.”
    What the hell was he talking about? Her ass was on fire , the pain much more intense than that from the paddling. She breathed in through her nose, and out through her