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that surrounded the snack bar. He patted his muscular thigh and gave her that horrible, expectant look from under his brow.
    Her teeth automatically began to worry her lower lip as she gazed at the denim-covered place of her demise. He wouldn’t wait long before coming to get her, she knew, and she could never tell whether she’d get another command or if he’d just get up and collect her, which inherently meant that whatever punishment she was going to have gotten had just been doubled, at least.
    Deciding not to take her chances, she meandered slowly – very slowly – over to him. Simon struggled to hide a grin. A naughty Maura – one who knew she’d done wrong – was almost irresistible in her transparent innocence. He knew she was still hoping against hope that he’d relent – and, secretly, deeply, where she probably couldn’t even admit it to herself - hoping even harder that he wouldn’t. He knew she didn’t really want him to let her get away with anything, and that’s why he didn’t. Punishments were almost always swift and sure, and always left her wishing she’d thought better of disobeying him in the first place. Simon adored marking her bottom with pretty much anything he could get his hands on –
    including his own palm. She was so fair skinned that nine times out of ten when he was finished with her butt it was an atrocious sight to behold – so sore it hurt just to look at. If he used an implement – like the paddle, she bruised and blazed. The cane, however, was his first and favorite toy – it formed wonderful, palpable ridges that he always fondled later. She often wore his marks for days at a time, but he never hesitated to create new sets, regardless of what her bottom looked like already. If she needed a correction, she got it – often on the spot. No questions asked.
    With an obvious reluctance that he never failed to find endearing, she put herself over his knee, and Simon adjusted her into the position she was quite familiar with – both her hands and her feet well off the floor, balanced over his leg - completely and utterly helpless, her bottom hiked well up into the air to present a better target for him, and quite deliberately increasing her already prominent feelings of vulnerability.
    Frankly, there was rarely a time when she didn’t feel extremely, deliciously vulnerable to him. It was part of her attraction to him – that he could, would, and had, on occasion, used his superior strength to completely overwhelm her and take her to places she would have sworn she would never have been able to go. He just seemed to naturally know when totally overwhelming her objections – which was nine times out of ten, anyway – was just the right thing for her, just what she needed, even if she couldn’t quite arrive at that conclusion herself at the time.
    His hand rested on her bottom cheeks, where it had been so many times before, but it never failed to make her tingle with that awful dreaded anticipation. Honestly, she wasn’t sure which was worse –
    being grabbed and spanked in an impromptu manner, which had happened with alarming regularity especially when she was just settling in to living with him and learning exactly what he expected of her in regards to her behavior, or being told on a Monday that she was going to have an “appointment” with him that Wednesday night, and having to spend two days with her stomach in knots while visions of past such dates and the screams they’d elicited danced in her mind.
    The spanking began with no preliminary. Simon didn’t much believe in warm-ups – he believed in making each swat count to the fullest. As a result, she was already horribly uncomfortable by only the forth or fifth smack, and Maura knew that this was only the beginning. The very beginning.
    He almost always lectured as he punished – except when she’d made him so mad that he literally couldn’t . . . like when she’d gone over to a friend’s house and