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shaved bare – but in a way that means first thing in the morning, when I’m warm and sleep-flushed, my sartorial style often owes a little something to the wild woman of Borneo.
    As it often does after a good fucking.
    At that point though, we hadn’t even got that far. We’d been kissing for what felt like hours, the kisses of two people wanting to tease out the tension a little longer, each kiss and movement of the mouth a prelude to and a promise of something more. Finally, we surfaced in an unspoken agreement to move on, my face raw from his stubble and nipples visible through my top, he with an obvious bulge in his trousers. As we broke apart he untangled his hands from my hair, with some difficulty.
    As I tried to finger comb it into some semblance of order he pulled my hand away and kissed each digit, his dimple flashing as he gave me a smile which was on the very edge of wolfish. ‘Forget it. We’re just going to muss it up again anyway. And it’s OK. I like to see you mussed.’
    I stuck my tongue out at him as I began unbuttoning my shirt. ‘I can’t help my hair. And anyway, yours is looking pretty unkempt at the moment, too.’ I gestured vaguely over my shoulder, gently mocking. ‘There’s a brush over there you can use if you need to.’
    Ryan’s hair was as dark and at least as unruly as mine – even before I had anchored my fingers in it while we kissed. It was significantly shorter, but the front continually fell in front of his eyes, causing him to do an unconscious ruffling thing to pull it away from his head when he was saying something important. I found it, and him, adorable.
    I turned away and pulled down my trousers, bending down to pick them up from the floor where they were pooled around my feet. That was when he hit me.
    It was the sound that did it I think. That and the factthat I wasn’t expecting it. When someone smacks you so hard on the arse that the room echoes with the noise of it and it’s totally unexpected, it hurts. Even if in the back of your mind you’re thinking, ‘that was only one bloody slap for goodness’ sake’, you can’t quite resist the urge to rub your arse. Or I couldn’t, at least.
    I turned round, my fingers still on my stinging arse, to see his eyes wide and innocent, his smile wider, as he waved the paddle brush in front of me. ‘You said I could use it.’
    Ah. The age-old caveat of being careful how you phrase things. Feeling like I was standing on the edge of something amazing that I had been waiting for years to experience, I smiled back at him, screwing up my courage, giving him the permission he was hinting for. ‘You’re right. I did.’
    Serious hair needs a serious hairbrush and that is what it was. As he pulled my knickers down, pulled me across his lap and started smacking me with it, the noise ricocheted across the room, leaving me worried about what on earth my flatmate would think from next door, at least until he’d been going for a few seconds, after which point I really didn’t give a toss.
    I had often wondered what a good hard spanking would feel like. But in a million years I would never have expected it to feel like this.
    It hurt, obviously. A lot more than I was expecting – you can tell I’m of the generation that didn’t get corporal punishment in school. The air whooshed from my lungs with each impact for the first few hits, and all I could thinkof was how much it hurt – definitely not the sexy paddling of my secret fantasies. In a panicked inner monologue I was trying to decide whether to put a stop to it proactively or just try and withstand it until he moved on when, suddenly, the sensation changed, blossomed almost. It still hurt, but the sting of my arse melted to a pleasurable ache in the seconds after the impact and, as the adrenaline pumped through me, suddenly even the pain of the initial hits was blurring with the warmth of the pleasure I was getting out of it.
    He’d started on my left cheek, hitting me