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if he moved. I cracked him on the ass hard. “Count bitch, thank me, then ask for another. Understand?”
    “Yes, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess. May I have another please?” he croaked.
    “You didn’t count!” I cracked him hard on the ass again.
    “Two, thank you, Goddess. May I have another please?” he cried.
    “No, you stupid slut, that was one.” I had to laugh. “When you make a mistake, you begin again. No w start back at one.” I cracked the crop down on his ass cheek again. I began to see little welts forming. This, for some reason, gave me courage.
    “That’s one, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess. May I have another?” He winced.
    CRACK!
    “Two!” He yelped a little. “Thank you, Goddess. May I have another?”
    CRACK!
    “Three!” That one clearly hurt Sam. He struggled to get the next part out. “Thank you, Goddess. May I have another?”
    I raised my arm and brought it down with tremendous force but stopped short. FAKE OUT! Sa m cried out in anticipated pain. He relaxed.
    CRACK!
    “Yeeow! Four!” He wriggled around between my legs, trying to escape. My legs locked, his head gripped between my calves. There was no escape for poor Sam. “Thank you, Goddess. May I have another?”
    CRACK!
    “Oh my God! Five! Goddess. Fuck!” He struggled a little to get out the next sentence. “Thank you, Goddess. May I have another?”
    “Look at what a big talker you are, slut?” I taunted.
    CRACK!
    This one landed hard against the sweet spot of his ass.
    “Shit! Six!” He gasped and began breathing hard to help absorb the sting of the hit. “Thank you, Goddess.”
    I released his head. He thought he was in the clear so… CRACK! “That is to remind you to not waste my fucking time, slut.” I scowled at him.
    “Yes, Goddess!” he rolled over onto his side.
    Oops! Did that last one hit his balls? My bad!
    “Get up!” I ordered. I swatted at him with my crop, making him hurry into standing position. He tried to sneak a peek at my face. I swatted at him again. “Mind your manners, whore!”
    “I want to look at you, Goddess. You are so hot.” He smiled.
    Of course he wanted to look at me. I was dressed in a corset, garter belt, fishnet stockings, and patent leather thigh-high boots with six-inch spiked heels. I didn’t walk around like this as a rule, mind you. I was strictly a jeans and T-shirt kind of gal.
    For some reason, this really made me mad. I wasn't there to make him happy. I wasn't there to turn him on. I didn't care if he thought I was hot. (Okay, maybe I did a little). But who did he think he was? Time to knock him down a rung or two. I grabbed a p air of frilly red ruffled panties, thinking. Now, should I stuff them in his mouth? Or… make him wear them? I decided to make him wear them, but I decided to also bide my time.
    I circled around him, dragging my crop across his hard cock. Teasing him. I got very close to his face, daring him to make eye contact with me. He didn't. I was surprised. I continued circling him, scanning his body for imperfections. I saw a scar on his side. “What is this, slut?” I struck the scar with my crop.
    “I was shot once, Go ddess.” He replied at full attention, looking like a little naked soldier. His body was covered in tattoo work. His back was one giant piece depicting hell with devils and flames. His arms were fully sleeved. I did love tattoos. Okay, this shooting business had to be another lie. Jesus, when would he stop?
    “Aw, poor little slut was shot?” I grabbed his dick hard and twisted. “Care to tell me the truth, loser?” I kept twisting.
    “Ahhh! OHHHH! Please, Goddess! I’m not lying to you. I grew up in a very bad neighborhood and was shot in a drive by. I was just walking down the street.” He pleaded some more. “Please, Goddess, AHHHH!”
    I tightened my grip, watching his face contort in pain. I dropped his dick as if disgusted by its presence and slapped it away. “L oser.” I took his moment of relief from my grip as