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you soon.”
    Rae tensed again. Were those words supposed to offer her comfort? Maybe they weren’t. Maybe he’d been deliberate in relaxing her with his touch, in lulling her into a false sense of ease just so he could turn up the tension again.
    All at once the soothing touch was replaced by a sharp sting as his hand came down hard across her left ass cheek. Rae yelped and jerked on his lap, instinctively bringing her hands back to cover the patch of fire he’d left on her skin. Sam smacked at her hands until she pulled them away.
    “Don’t do that again,” he warned, “or I’ll tie you down. Never block me when you’re being punished. Do you understand?”
    Rae didn’t answer. Three sharp blows, even harder than the first, followed in quick succession. “Answer the question.”
    “Yes! Yes, I—I understand,” Rae managed to gasp. She gripped the bedspread, clutching the fabric in both hands to keep from covering her ass as Sam’s hard palm left streaks of pain over every inch of her bottom.
    “Please, please, you have to stop! It hurts! You’re hurting me!”
    “That’s the point. You’re being punished. It’s supposed to hurt. And you spoke without asking for permission.” He smacked the backs of her thighs, one after the other as she cried out with pain, wriggling on his lap in a vain effort to twist her body away from the stinging blows.
    She began whimpering between yelps, her skin on fire, her body slick with sweat from the struggle and the fear. He was relentless, smacking her ass and thighs until finally she gave up, too stunned and exhausted to squirm.
    As she lay still over his lap she became aware of the hard press of his erection beneath her. He got hard from hitting her, the sick fuck! While she mulled this over in her outraged mind, something strange was happening in her body. The pain of a moment before seemed almost to ebb away. She could still feel the blows, but the sting was gone. Probably a neurologic reaction of her nerve endings to protect her by making her go numb, she supposed. Whatever the reason, this freed her to focus more on the hard cock that was thrust urgently against her with each smack of his palm.
    She remembered that cock—large and thick and hard as smooth, satin-covered steel when it had entered her. In spite of the bizarre situation in which she found herself, she felt her pussy moistening, a tug from deep inside causing her to shift a bit on his lap. He shifted in turn against her, his thigh pressing up between her legs, forcing them to spread.
    He stopped smacking her, now running his hands in slow circles over the heated flesh of her ass and thighs. “Let’s take your temperature,” he said, his voice low and throaty, his cock twitching beneath her.
    She didn’t understand what he meant, until he slid a finger down along the crack of her ass, stopping at her pussy. He probed lightly and pressed harder, the tip of his finger slipping inside her. She tried to close her legs but he stopped her with his knee.
    “Don’t you dare close your legs. Your body is mine to use, did you forget already?” He pushed the finger in deeper. “Hot little cunt. You’re wet, you slut. So much for all your pretend outrage and disgust—you got off on having your ass spanked.” There was triumph in his voice.
    Rae felt her face heat almost as hot as her ass. “I did not !” she shouted, before remembering his stupid fucking rule about not speaking unless asked a direct question. She bit her lip at her transgression but he seemed to let it pass.
    Again she tried to close her legs and this time he smacked her pussy, making her yelp with pain and surprise. “What did I tell you? Spread your legs as wide as you can, slut. That’s my cunt, not yours. Get that straight quick or I’ll give you a whipping with a single tail that’ll make the spanking seem like a tickle in comparison.”
    Frightened by both the threat and the tone in his voice, Rae went limp against him,