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embarrassed.  “I’m sorry.  I’d had so much in mind for tonight, but I got a bit carried away.  You just looked so beautiful tonight, all I could think about during dinner was tearing your clothes off and fucking you.” 
    I smiled, happy that James was too distracted by thoughts of me to carry out his plans, no matter how fun they may have been.  I popped open the bottle of oil, letting it pour over my hand, then I rubbed my hands together, climbed on top of him, and began to knead the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and chest.  He looked surprised, as this had not quite been the plan, but he relaxed into it and closed his eyes as he let out a soft moan.
    Focus , I commanded myself.  I could think about all this later.  Casting off thoughts of my hands on his body, the sounds he made as I rubbed him, and oh , the things that came later, I took control of my brain long enough to hammer out the last of the report, give it a quick proofread, and email it to the director.  Done!   I silently congratulated myself, gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back, and leaned back in my chair, finally knowing I could let my mind wander at will.  It was Friday, and an hour until quitting time, and I had a feeling this would be a weekend to remember. 
    Speaking of remembering, I thought back once again to the night before, and to the surprising turn things had taken once I was done with the massage.  After grabbing a towel and wiping the excess oil off James’ back, we lay together and engaged in a little post-coital, post-massage chit chat about various happenings of the day.  After talking for a while, he grabbed the riding crop and playfully swatted my thigh with it.  I smiled, then I asked him to do it again.  We’d played around with it before, but he always seemed hesitant to go too far.  Tonight, the look in his eyes told me he’d decided he’d like to change that.
    James told me to flip over onto my stomach, and I complied immediately.  “So you do listen sometimes,” he remarked with a sarcastic laugh.  I slapped him and buried my face into the mattress.  He rubbed my ass tentatively, then he stopped. 
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to look at him. He wore a serious expression, as if something was weighing on his mind. 
    “Nothing at all.  I’ve just been thinking a lot about our relationship, and about some of the things we’ve experimented with, and things we haven’t, and I’d like to give some things a try.”  Never one to question trying something new, I turned back to look at him again, this time giving him a big smile. 
    “I’m game for anything you are,” I replied. 
    “Good,” he said, “I hope you don’t regret saying that.”
    I felt his hand on my ass again, but this time he kneaded it almost roughly, then gave it a harsh slap.  It felt different than the playful slaps I was accustomed to.  I moaned involuntarily at the surge of sensations, and he took that as his cue to slap me again, this time even harder.  He rubbed my reddening skin, then he took the crop and struck me several times in a row, from my thigh up to my hip.  I cried out and he stopped immediately.  “No, no,” I panted.  “I like it!” 
    With a swell of confidence, he resumed his work with the crop, this time on my other ass cheek.  He swatted me again and again until I was out of breath and whimpering, with tears streaming down my face.  The pain was very acute, and not something I was used to, but it felt good in a way that was inexplicable to me.  All I knew was that I wanted more.  It made me feel alive, and whole, and like I wanted to be his in a way I had never been before.  As though  he was reading my mind, he gently grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up off the bed.  I instinctively turned over and sat up, and he pushed my head down towards his cock, which was standing firmly at attention despite the sex we’d just had. 
    “Suck me,” he said with a