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the same time, there was something else. She cried out and in her struggles, her legs came apart and she wondered if he could see the pink of her sex, which she knew was glistening now. She was turned on; how could she be turned on? It hurt like hell. But she couldn’t deny the fact. And she knew what it was, why it was. He had complete power over her. Something inside her gave way and as much as she knew she’d never admit it, this act of his forced her submission. She let her knees bend and gave herself over to it. She cried while he held and spanked her. He shifted her when she relaxed her body so her hips were lifted higher and she was sure he’d see her sex now, swollen and wet. Her only consolation was that his hand probably stung as much as her bottom did.
    “Stop. Please. It’s enough, I promise. I promise,” she begged, not sure what she was promising at all.
    “You will obey me in all things without question, is that clear?”
    He slapped several more times and she was panting to answer. “Yes. Ow! Yes, yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    Yes, what? What did he want? “Yes, I will obey.”
    “And what happens if you don’t?” He didn’t let up, even as she struggled to answer.
    Shame battled with defiance, but she forced the words out. “I get spanked.”
    “Good girl,” he said, the slaps changing suddenly to caresses over her scorching hot bottom and thighs.
    She sniffled, unable to wipe her nose, her eyes. The floor beneath her face was wet from her tears and all she could think at that moment, even upturned as she was on his legs, her bottom exposed, punished, was that she didn’t want him to see that her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
    You’re stupid, Kayla.
    He stood her up between his legs and she looked down at her feet, still sniffling. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped her eyes. She was fully aware of her vulnerability, standing there, hands bound behind her back, pants and panties down around her ankles. Her thighs felt sticky and she couldn’t help but glance quickly at his crotch where his cock bulged against his jeans as if begging for release.
    “Turn around.”
    “What?” she asked, her voice small as a fresh rush of shame made her clit throb anew.
    “Turn around,” he repeated. The fact that he sounded almost bored only added to her heightened state, making her wonder what was wrong with her.
    She searched his face and part of her considered running or refusing or something, some act of defiance. Something to make clear she didn’t want this. But logic intervened. They were deep in the woods; she had no idea where or how far they were from civilization. She’d seen him turn into a beast and kill, but somehow knew he wouldn’t hurt her, not like that. And besides, that part was too much to process now. She turned and stood with her back to him. She didn’t know what to expect, but nothing happened for a few moments. She squeezed her eyes shut as she imagined him at eye level with her bottom, which was probably red and covered with his handprints.
    He untied the belt from around her wrists and every time his fingers touched her skin, she felt heat, like they singed her. She remained as still as possible, but splayed her fingers out to cover as much of her bottom as she could. His hands took hers lightly and moved them to her sides. She stood still, just as he’d positioned her. Likely looking over his handiwork.
    “Turn around and look at me,” he said finally.
    She turned and imagined how red her face was, probably as red as her bottom.
    “Pull up your panties.”
    She swallowed. Could this be any more humiliating? She reached down and took hold of both panties and pants and began to straighten.
    “I said panties, Kayla.”
    She glanced at him, then quickly dropped her eyes. She pulled her panties up and waited for the command to continue.
    “Now you may pull your pants up.”
    She wanted to hurl insults at him, but instead, tugged her pants up and retied