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don’t want to talk anymore about whether you’re into this. I don’t want any more complaining. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. I promise you’ll always be able to walk out of our sessions with your body intact.”
    “That’s so sexy. Leaving me intact.”
    His hand tightened in my hair. “Don’t be sassy. I don’t like sassy. Try being submissive.”
    “I told you, I’m not into—”
    “And I told you I don’t care. If you complain to me one more time, I’m going to punish you.”
    Holy crap. I should have passed him on to Nina, even with the huge gratuity from last time. “Do I have to call you Master?” I asked as submissively as I could.
    “No. You wouldn’t mean it. But I’d like you to listen to everything I say, and obey me without questioning and complaining.”
    “But what will you do to me?” That wasn’t a complaint, was it? Just a question.
    “No bad things today,” he said. “Only good things. Well, we’re working up to the scarier things, aren’t we?”
    “Are we?”
    He didn’t answer. I was lifted and turned over, his compliant toy. He arranged me so my ass was in the air and my shoulders were pressed down on the bed. “Ever been spanked, Chere?” he asked.
    “Of course I’ve been spanked, many times.”
    “Hmm.” There was a world of amusement in that
hmm
. “So I guess a little spanking won’t bother you too much.”
    Smack.
He cracked his hand down on my butt cheeks and it wasn’t like any spanking I’d ever received.
Ohmygodohmygod.
I collapsed on the bed and used my bound hands to cover my posterior. “That fucking hurt. Are you crazy?”
    “That sounds like a complaint.”
    “No—” I cried, but the punishment had commenced. This was no playful, sexy spanking, but a major beatdown on my ass. When I tried to crawl away—as any sane person would—he slid an arm around my waist to trap me in place. He spanked me with his other hand, alternating from cheek to cheek, each spank harder than the last.
    Oh God, I couldn’t be still. I yanked and jerked and fought him, but he was too strong. I added that to his list of attributes.
So strong. Hard spanker.
    “Quiet,” he said, as my cries rose in volume. “You’re in a hotel.”
    As the spanking continued, it bypassed stinging and throbbing and settled in the area of agony. I tried desperately to shield myself but his body was in the way. “Oh please,” I whispered between yelps. “Oh please, stop.”
    “When you’ve had enough.”
    “Enough for what?” I started crying, I couldn’t help it. It hurt too much and he wasn’t allowing me time to process the pain. “Aren’t you supposed to give me some word to make it stop?”
    “A safe word?” He paused for a moment. “I know how much spanking you need, Chere. I won’t give you any more than that.”
    “But—”
    Smack, smack, smack.
Back to the spanking, which wasn’t a spanking at all, but freaking destruction. I kicked my legs and fought him as well as I could in my state of entrapment. There was nothing I could do to end it, no way to make it stop.
    “Ow,
please
,” I cried. I was literally bawling now, rivers of tears seeping from beneath my mask. “Please, you’re hurting me.”
    “I know.”
    He knew. I wondered if he
really
knew. I wondered if he understood the power in those torture-slabs he called hands. My lips trembled with the effort not to scream. When he finally stopped, I waited in utter stillness, terrified he would start again. My ass felt like a thousand throbbing impressions of his fingers. His arm loosened around my waist as he caressed my butt.
    “Now, Chere,” he said quietly, “
now
you’ve been spanked.”
    “You hurt me!”
    “I’m going to hurt you every time we get together. That’s sex for me...hurting you, watching you squirm.”
    “That’s sick.”
    “Don’t judge.”
    Glib motherfucker. This wasn’t funny. My ass hurt so much my legs were shaking. He stroked my throbbing cheeks a minute or two