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canted her hips and spread wider for him. It was too much, obliterating her tenuous control as the rising pressure threatened to burst free.
    “Ethan… sir, I’m gonna come.”
    As soon as the words left her mouth, he pulled his fingers free.
    “No,” she cried, “please, don’t stop. I’m so close.” Her breath came out in little pants and her skin beaded with perspiration. “Please,” she begged.
    “Not yet, Lanie. You’re being punished. You can come after your spanking, when I’m deep inside you, not before.”
    A flurry of swats rained down, a touch harder, as he alternated from one cheek to the other. Although it stung, it was also arousing. The warmth he was building on her behind was spreading to other places nearby, making them tingle, the force of each swat nudging her forward until the front of her pussy bumped against his hard thigh, and the pressure ignited a burning fire inside. It felt good—so damn good—that she came involuntarily. Groaning, she writhed over his lap as her clit pulsed, her empty pussy tightening in rhythmic contractions. Her mind reeled, having a hard time believing, even as it happened, that an orgasm from a spanking was possible.
    When her cries of pleasure subsided into shaky, stuttering gasps, Ethan flipped her upright and cradled her in his lap. As he wrapped her up tight, he rocked her gently, while she tried in vain to contain her tears. From somewhere long hidden, they rose unbidden to the surface. She cried, not from pain, but from weeks, no months of repressed emotion.
    “That’s it, baby. Let it out. I’m here for you—always.”
    Loud racking sobs came next as she burrowed into his chest, letting go of all of the tension and stress she’d bottled up. She had no idea how long she carried on, weeping ceaselessly against him, but his shirt was soaked through to the skin by the time she regained some semblance of calm. She also became aware, that without her noticing, he had moved them to bed, where they now lay side by side. Lanie snuggled against him, her face buried in his neck, her head pillowed on his bicep as he stroked her hair gently.
    “How did you know?” came her muffled question.
    “I didn’t. It was an educated guess.”
    “But weren’t you worried I’d get mad and storm out, or at the very least haul off and slug you?”
    “That was a risk I was willing to take.” In an effortless motion, he rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him, aligning their bodies.
    She propped her forearms on his broad chest and gazed down at the man she loved. Married for three years, they had dated for several before that and it seemed like they’d known each other forever. At forty-one, her handsome husband was older by six years, he was smart, confident and like her, also a lawyer. A renowned trial lawyer to be precise, but after years of private practice, he was now a professor at the prestigious Boston College Law School. He taught legal ethics—an oxymoron if she’d ever heard one—and upper level seminars on law and justice. He didn’t look like any professor, she’d ever had. Tall, well-built and sexy as hell, he was drooled over by many of his eager young law students. Over the years, a few of the more aggressive young women had propositioned him. He’d turned them down firmly, telling Lanie about every incident, because ever since they’d met, he’d had eyes only for her.
    In the aftermath of a spanking and a torrent of tears, she stared into his intense gaze and wondered what he must think. Feeling unusually shy and more than a little embarrassed, she quickly looked away.
    “Aw, baby, don’t go there. What happens between us in our bedroom, in our kitchen, garage or backyard for that matter is nothing to be self-conscious about.” He pulled her up his chest, his strong arms maneuvering her easily until their mouths were nearly touching. He kissed her gently. “I actually did some research and discussed my theory with a colleague.”
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