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    He raised his hand, cocked it like a gun. I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure power of it, knowing full well that its force was about to come crashing down on me.
    “ No. Look into your own eyes.”  
    I did as instructed. My mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I clenched my muscles and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came next.
    The blow, when it landed, cracked like a pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the jolt through my body. My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed on my ass and began to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my breath hissed in. I would not cry out.
    “ Count it!” he demanded.  
    “ One.” I barely recognized my own voice straining to hold back the pain.  
    The second blow landed on my left cheek. I tried to curl into a ball, but was hampered by the rope and Master Sweet’s legs. My thighs rubbed together as I writhed futilely, trying to cool the hot skin of my ass.
    “ Two.” It came out as a squeak.  
    The next few swats came in quick succession. The immediate pain was a shock to my system, but the heat that came afterwards turned into an exquisite agony I hadn’t expected to feel. My whole backside throbbed and those warm pulsations ran straight to my core.
    He paused to gently rub away the sting. It was such an unexpected kindness and the words came out before I could stop myself. “Thank you.”
    “ A tender ass like yours will require some seasoning, but you have done well so far. You have only ten strokes to go.”  
    Ten ? My muscles clenched. I strained against the ropes.
    “ Fighting it will only make the pain worse. Lose yourself in the sensation. Channel that feisty determination into something useful and count the strokes.”  
    I did as he ordered, concentrating on the charged silence before each sharp slap of his hand, riding each razored sting like it was a wave. He wanted determination; he’d get it, in spades.
    It was hard to keep my eyes open, but I stared into the mirror as much as I could. Watching the tears burst unbidden from the corners of my eyes, seeing my cheeks redden in harmony with my ass, studying my mouth as it clenched on impact then slackened to let the air flood into my lungs. By the sixth stroke I could barely count out loud. By the ninth, I was clinging to his legs for fear I’d melt through onto the floor.
    “ Good girl,” he said approvingly when he landed the last smack.  
    What would normally sound condescending instead gave me a warm glow. If this was the worst he could do then I knew I’d already won. The pain was unwelcome but not unbearable, and the aftermath left a strong and unexpected ache between my thighs.
    My nose had joined in with my eyes, my face a mess of liquid. Master Sweet smoothed his heavy hands over the aching stings. “Chloe, bring me the oil. And a cloth.”
    Chloe appeared in my peripheral vision and dabbed at my face with a soft towelette. A warm drizzle coated my backside. Master Sweet slowly kneaded my tender cheeks. Every nerve within me was heightened by his gentle ministrations. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, nor the hot lust developing between my thighs.
    His voice was steady and smooth, betraying no sign of his physical exertion. “You’ve done well. You’ve listened and endured your first punishment. For that, you will be rewarded.”
    His hand sank down between my thighs, finding me already wet. “Spread,” he ordered.
    I happily complied. This was the kind of reward I could definitely enjoy.
    His thick fingers, coated in oil, traced the slick folds of my pussy. I bit my lip in anticipation, but the digit remained annoyingly perched just outside of my entrance.
    “ You will stop waxing down here.”  
    Grow my bush back? I hadn’t had pubes since 2004!
    “ This ridiculous parody of womanhood is of no use to me. You will let nature have its way, as I