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condemned.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She heard the snap before the pain flashed, the hurt so intense she froze with the white heat of it. Then she straightened and shrieked, her hands yanking at her bonds. Troy’s hands grasped her shoulders, turning her to face him.
    He looked down on her, his arms crossed over his chest, the menacing rattan angling out of the crook of an elbow. The corner of his mouth quirked and his eyes narrowed, as she bounced in place. She couldn’t do anything else. The pain kept clawing, sinking, burning. She knew her breasts bounced obscenely as she jumped and wriggled. But all she could think about was the agonizing, stinging smart of that stroke. She wondered if the moisture she felt trickling down her thighs was sweat — or blood.
    Troy’s big hand captured one of her wobbling breasts, and she forced herself to meet his gaze. His eyes softened, a lazy smile curving his lips. “I’m very proud of you.”
    It was too much for her, and Lacey burst into tears.
    Troy’s strong arms enfolded her, big hands stroking her back. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead, nudging her sodden locks away with his nose. “Breathe. Just breathe through the pain, Lacey.”
    She hiccupped as she sobbed, her body shaking with her weeping. She buried her face in the warmth of his broad chest, smelling his cool cologne even as she cried.
    “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the curve of her ear. “Caning is done. You did so well.”
    She yanked at her cuffs again, her fingers writhing. Oh how she wanted to put her arms around him!
    “Not quite yet, girl.” His voice lowered. “We aren’t done.”
    She tensed in his arms. “W – what do you mean?”
    There’s more?
    It was easily the hardest caning he had ever given her, and she still wasn’t sure she wasn’t bleeding from that last, searing cut across her upper thighs.
    “I said we’re adding something new tonight, and I meant it.” The tight-jawed cadence of Troy’s words chilled her. “Do you think you’re being treated unfairly?”
    She looked up at him, his visage blurring through her tears. “No. No, Sir.”
    “Good.” He patted her cheek, his thumb rubbing through the wetness on her cheeks. “Next time, I’m going to make you wear mascara before your punishment.”
    Lacey pressed her forehead to his chest, careful to keep her soaked cheeks from dampening his expensive shirt. She knew he enjoyed her tears, but the mental image of rivers of dark mascara flowing down her face was both repellent and fascinating to her. Would that really turn him on?
    When she’d calmed down somewhat, Troy tipped her head back, brushing her hair back from her eyes. “Get on the bed.”
    She glanced back, indicating her arms. He shook his head. “No. You’ll do it without them.”
    As she struggled awkwardly to climb up onto the high mattress, she wondered where this was coming from. He was stern with her, and had always been since they’d decided to introduce discipline into their relationship. She thought that would be the extent of it, based on what she knew of her husband. He cherished her, and she knew that (initially, anyway), spanking her had been as hard on him as it was her. Maybe more so. However, as time went on, she found he’d come to enjoy it, to look forward to the next time he had his trembling, naked wife bent over his lap.
    But this was something entirely new. He was almost...cruel. Shouldn’t she be pissed off about that rather than feel her womb spasming at the thought of his cold callousness?
    What the fuck is wrong with you, Lace?
    “Come on, you’re stalling.” He tugged on the weight of her ponytail. “Get up there. You’re getting fucked before we do anything else.”
    She should have been ashamed at how much she wanted to scream for joy. But considering the fact that she now knelt on their bed, her naked ass sticking up like some bitch in heat, she knew she had more pressing things to be embarrassed