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bottom was pale and inviting,
the taut globes separating to give a tantalizing glimpse of the hidden delights
within.
    "Such
white skin," he mused, stroking it lightly, "a beautiful canvas for
me to work with. I think it will be looking a little different by the time I'm
through with you."
    Then,
without warning, he slapped her right buttock, hard, digging his fingernails in
upon impact in order to heighten the sensation.
    Janice
squealed.
    "You
can scream as much as you want down here, little one. No-one will hear you.
Now, what do you think I should use on you first? A paddle? A brush? A crop? A
flogger? A nice slender cane, perhaps?" Reaching into his utility belt, he
unfastened the snap to release his bullwhip with deft, practised fingers.
"Or should we go straight to the whip?" He cracked it, once, the
retort echoing like a gunshot around the thick stone walls of the dungeon.
    The
girl squealed again, but there was an unmistakeable glistening between her
quivering thighs.
    "You're
lucky," he said eventually, "I'm feeling exceptionally kind today.
Let's start with something more gentle, shall we?"
    "Th-thank
you, Sir."
    Dominick
slid his bullwhip back into his belt, took up position to the left of her
upturned, creamy white bottom, cracked his knuckles, raised his burly arm, and
began to spank.
    ***
    Janice
would never have dreamed that a mere hand-spanking could be so devastating, so
arousing… so unbelievably painful. Over and over again the Dungeon Master's
immense palm connected with her sensitive flesh, with the same relentless pace
as a metronome—only much, much faster.
    The
moment he'd entered the dungeon, filling it with his darkly sensual presence,
speaking to her in that soft, growling voice, she'd found herself utterly at
his mercy; completely unable to deny him anything.
    Whimpering,
clinging grimly on to the seat of the chair, she closed her eyes and fought the
urge to reach back, to protect her already scorching backside from growing any
hotter.
    "Don't
you dare fucking move," Dominick said sharply, as though he could read her
mind. "You move, and I'll tie you to this fucking chair."
    "P-please,"
she gasped, "it-it's too much! I can't take this much this fast."
    "Of
course you can. Besides, this is just the warm-up. You have a safeword, don't
you?" A flurry of fast smacks peppered the backs of her thighs, and her
wails went up a notch.
    The
heat in her bottom was building… building… and spreading, dipping down to fuel
the gnawing ache between her legs. Her clit felt huge, thumping, crying out for
him to touch.
    And
then he did.
    As
Master Dominick slid a lazy fingertip between her legs, grazing that throbbing,
pulsing bud of need in her core, Janice felt every muscle in her sex clench.
Biting her lip, she fought the urge to grind herself against his thick digit.
    "My
my, sweetheart, you are enjoying this,
aren't you?" His voice was husky, mocking.
    She
whimpered… then groaned with frustration when he removed his hand. He was
moving around behind her; but she didn't dare to look.
    "And
to think," he went on, "we're only just getting started."
    CRACK!
As thick, solid wood splatted sharply against her stinging buttocks, Janice
gripped the seat of the chair even more tightly and tried to remember to
breathe.
    With
every hard, precise stroke of the paddle, Dominick fanned tendrils of fire
which snaked their way around her hips, across her belly and between her legs,
the pain fuelling her desire until she found herself arching her back,
thrusting out her bottom as if she were begging for him to spank her with it
again… harder… more.
    The
Master Gaoler was nothing if not obliging.
    By
the time he tossed the paddle aside, Janice was certain her butt must be
purple; swollen… destroyed. When she felt him cup her raw cheeks in his huge
hands, she whimpered.
    "We're
slowly getting there," he said, kneading and caressing her blazing flesh.
"Certainly feels a bit warmer. Not quite as hot as here," he