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modesty.
    For a full thirty seconds, he didn’t move and didn’t speak. She just stayed there, exposed, eyes closed, wishing the punishment was complete.
    “How many spanks do you deserve?”
    Over the past few days, she’d done a fair amount of reading, fiction and nonfiction, and she’d devoured everything he’d sent her. She figured the correct answer was either six or eight, but she’d never been spanked before, and she was afraid to receive even two. “Six, Sir.” Since she couldn’t see him, she couldn’t tell whether her answer pleased him or not.
    “Ask for your punishment, Myka.”
    Did his sadism know no bounds? “Please spank me, Sir.”
    “Count after each strike. And I suggest you remember your manners.”
    He rubbed her buttocks gently. She began to relax under his tender touch, and her breathing evened. She felt the first stirrings of pleasure, but it remained just out of reach. If this continued, it wouldn’t be all bad. It seemed his ministrations were linked to her clit. She sighed, almost forgetting she was bare in front of the club’s patrons.
    Moments later, he massaged her flesh faster, and with more pressure. This wasn’t pleasure. She clenched her hands.
    Before she was prepared, he struck her buttocks with his open hand.
    She yelped and tried to stand. “Christ! That hurt.”
    “The correct response is, ‘One, thank you, Sir’,” he said as he forced her back into position.
    “I…”
    “Would you like to begin again?”
    She ceased her struggles. Now that the instant searing pain had dissipated, a strange pleasure had replaced the hurt. She sucked in a deep steadying breath. “One. Thank you, Sir.”
    “This can take as long as you dictate, Myka. We can get it over quickly, or you can fuss and drag it on.”
    “I’m ready, Sir.”
    “Good girl.”
    He caught her under her right buttock. She winced but quickly said, “Thank you, Sir. Two.”
    The third was placed on her left buttock. She clenched her hands, and her fingernails dug into her palms. She counted, and remembered her manners.
    By the fourth, she’d found a rhythm. She grabbed hold of the chair legs for balance, and she stopped fighting against him.
    The fifth strike, on top of two previous ones, made her scream. She kicked her legs, no longer caring who was watching. This was complete physical and emotional overload. Nothing she’d read or fantasised about had prepared her for this… He was uncompromisingly harsh.
    He moved their positions slightly so that he trapped her legs between his much stronger ones. With her legs imprisoned and one of his hands on her back forcing her upper body towards the floor, she was completely confined.
    “We’ll repeat that one,” he said. “Or use your safe word to stop this at any time.”
    He waited.
    Fuck you. Sir. She refused to lose this battle, refused to be sent home. “I’m ready for you to continue, Sir.”
    With blazing ferocity, he repeated the fifth spank. “Thank you, Sir.” Tears stung her eyes. “Five.”
    “Much better,” he said as he stroked a hand down the backs of her thighs. “You’re pleasing me.”
    His touch and soothing voice calmed her. She exhaled and relaxed as much as she could.
    Although the sixth seared as badly as the others, she surrendered to it instead of fighting him and herself. “Six, thank you, Sir.”
    “You may kneel, with your skirt still up.”
    He helped her into position. It was a good thing, because she wasn’t sure she could move on her own. His attentions had overwhelmed her, more from an emotional standpoint than from a physical one.
    He left her in place for what seemed like an eternity while he turned his back to her and situated his bag, fastening all the metal closures. Others who had shown a momentary interest in her punishment—more because she’d screamed than anything else—had returned to their conversations. She looked down at the floor and schooled her breathing. As she remained silently in place,