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easy, but this—and their mutual discovery of what might lead from it—was something she had to choose. But once that choice was made, he intended to hold her to it. All of it.
    “Well, are you?”
    Amity’s body shuddered, her breath coming even faster. “I’m afraid.”
    His hand stopped, and he caressed her bottom once more, his other hand stroking up and down her back, feeling the bra strap be longed to unsnap, but knowing it wasn’t time for it.
    “What are you afraid of, Amity?”
    “I’m afraid of the pain, and I’m afraid… of you.”
    “A little bit of fear is good, if it gets you to start listening, to start doing as you’re told.” He rubbed lazy circles over her bottom, loving the way the skirt fell into the cleft of her ass, molding and displaying the shapes of the broad buttocks he was about to bare to his gaze. “And the pain will help you remember, will help you choose the correct path next time.”
    And you’re going to enjoy it too, asshole.
    Yes, part of him was going to enjoy that too—his cock was already hard against her hip at the prospect of the spanking to come—but there was nothing he could do about that. He knew she’d be able to feel the hard length of him against her. She’d know how this really affected him, no matter what he said, so there was no point in denying it.
    “So are you backing out? This is your last chance.”
    Please, God, don’t back out.
    “N-no, sir.” Her body shifted over his lap, then she grew very still. “I’ll take my… punishment.”
    Dane wanted to roar in triumph and joy, and he wanted to squeeze her in his arms, never let her go.
    Settle down, pal.
    “Please, not too hard,” she whispered. “I really am sorry.”
    “I know you are, Amity.” His voice softened, and he gave her hip a gentle squeeze. “I know you can do this. Be brave now.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He pulled the skirt the rest of the way over her bottom, bunching it at the small of her back, revealing the glorious globes already blushing pink from his little warm-up. Her bottom was even more gorgeous than her tight skirts had hinted at, the buttocks soft and round, the almost translucent paleness of her skin calling to him to caress it, which he did. She was wearing white lace boy shorts, which left the bottom half of her luscious buttocks bare, the snug lace perfectly accentuating and displaying the appealing lushness of her ass.
    His cock throbbed harder against her hip, and she squirmed a little against it, letting him know she felt it. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he massaged the weight of each cheek, giving each one a deep squeeze that made Amity exhale a long breath. His fingers stroked the crease between buttock and thigh, and she clenched, making a sound deep in her throat.
    “No, no. Keep that bottom relaxed.” He pattedeach cheek in gentle warning, and her buttocks loosened slowly. “That’s it, very soft, just relax. That’s right, stay very still. There you go.”
    His fingers eased back along that crease until he could feel the heat of her sex.
    Careful, Dane.
    “Very pretty panties,” he murmured as he drew them down her thighs, revealing her bottom finally to his gaze, leaving the lace to bunch around her knees. He had to remember to breathe as he felt her bottom, squeezing again, taking a cheek in each hand and easing the buttocks apart, the humid, clean scent of her sex strong in his nostrils, the scent of her making his cock ache even more.
    She was aroused! The knowledge of what that might mean made his head spin even as he inhaled deeply, making sure she knew he was doing it.
    “Oh, my God,” Amity’s small voice whimpered. “Please…”
    “Quiet,” he gently admonished, smiling. “Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s quite normal.”
    Well, that wasn’t quite true. It was normal for a submissive to be aroused at the prospect of a hard spanking, but he wasn’t so sure it was normal for a girl who appeared to be completely new to