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holding it tight to her low back. “Where do they stay?” he asked, his tone just a hair more stern.
    “I’m sorry. It just surprised me I guess.”
    “Where?” he repeated.
    “On the floor, sir.”
    He let her go and she wiped her hair from her face, bracing herself.
    He gripped her waist just a little tighter as he began again, this time working faster to cover both cheeks equally and without pause in between. Megan tried to keep her hands and feet on the floor, even managing to catch herself more than once when she involuntarily reached back to cover herself. He didn’t pause with the spanking as he reminded her again of where her feet and hands were to remain.
    “I’m sorry. Ow! Can you just. Ouch. Slow down. Jake, it hurts!”
    “It’s a punishment, Meg. Not foreplay.” As he said it, he shifted his position and swung one leg over hers, trapping hers between his. “Give me your hands,” he said.
    “No,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. “I’ll keep them here. I promise.”
    “Hands.” He waited.
    She shook her head but even as she did, she reached her hands back so he gripped her wrists at her low back, still managing to keep her tight to him as her torso hung over his legs, her heavy hair draped on the floor.
    “Ok, let’s get started.”
    “Started?” she began, but she never had a chance to finish her sentence because the rain of blows he dealt her next were harder than any he’d given her to this point. Megan struggled against him even as some part of her knew she should remain still, knew she should take her punishment. The spanking was loud, louder than she would have guessed it would be, and she had lost count after the first sixty she managed to keep track of.
    Jake carried on, holding her to him all the while as if he didn’t even notice her struggles.
    “Please, Jake,” she found herself begging. “Sir, I mean sir. Please.” Her bottom was on fire and it didn’t seem as though he had any intention of stopping. Didn’t his hand hurt? “Please! It’s enough, I’m sorry. Please.”
    “Almost there.”
    “Almost?”
    He didn’t even bother to answer her as the next ten landed across the tops of her thighs. She turned to look over her shoulder, wondering if he had switched from using his hand to using that paddle. The sting of each spank was excruciating but he was still only using his hand. She mentally counted the last five, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally stopped, his hand coming to rest on one thigh, pushing her legs apart as he loosened the grip of his legs over hers. Megan realized her face was wet; she hadn’t even been aware she’d been crying.
    Jake ran his fingertips over her bottom, spreading her cheeks apart just a little.
    Up until that moment, she’d been feeling chastised, punished for her behavior. But that act, that tiny moment, although he didn’t even touch her sex, changed everything. She glanced behind her, meeting his eyes, holding them.
     
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    Her look was one of pure sensuality with just a hint of challenge. He wondered if she was aware of the latter at all. She could seduce him utterly and this lesson would be lost.
    Keeping his expression stern, Jake pulled his hand away. “Eyes forward, Megan,” he said.
    She blinked twice, pausing for a moment, then lowered her lashes and did as he said.
    He had to check himself. His cock had been hard ever since he had stood her in the corner, but spanking her, having her naked and over his lap, having her accept her punishment and even having her struggle and needing to hold her down to finally take her spanking, it made him harder than he could ever remember being. He needed release desperately, but the look on Megan’s face was enough to remind him of what he was doing, why his wife was sprawled over his lap having her bare bottom spanked.
    In that one moment, the exchange of power between them had hung in the air.
    Megan’s beauty was her power. As innocent as she was,