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“Are you ready, baby girl?”

I bit my lip and buried my head in the comforter not wanting to say it. Not wanting to be so complacent, even if I did want it.

“Answer me,” he said, pushing his thumb into my ass.

“Yes, I’m ready,” I cried out.

CHAPTER 16

STELLA

“Good, girl.”

The first spank wasn’t hard.

He wasn’t trying to hurt me.

Just warming me up.

And that was exactly what it did.

His softer spanks heated the skin of my behind. It was almost relaxing.

“One. Thank you,” I said obediently, noticing how every time I submitted, a pulse of need ran through my stomach to my core.

He swatted me again, this time a little harder. The sharp smack made my skin tingle with anticipation for more.

“Two. Thank you.”

He kept each hit gentle, going over my ass and my thighs until I got to eight. Apparently, eight was the magic number where I was warmed up and ready to be punished.

His first real punishment spank caught the delicate flesh where my behind met my thigh.

I bit back a scream as tears filled my eyes, but that wasn’t the only thing that happened.

The sting from that spank seemed to ignite something else deep inside me, a yearning that I didn’t know how to understand. I could suddenly feel my pulse in my clit, and I needed friction. I needed him to touch me and give me satisfaction.

“I don’t hear you,” he said, the threat clear.

“Nine. Thank you.”

The next slap was on the exact same place on the other side. This time I was expecting it, and my hips angled up to give him more access as the pain and pleasure hummed through my veins.

“Ten… Thank you…” My words were sobs instead of spoken.

Hot tears ran down my face, but they didn’t feel like tears of sadness or even anger. They felt like cleansing tears of release.

The next one landed across both of my ass cheeks, and I jumped, letting out a yelp of pain.

“Eleven. Thank you.”

My hips angled up even further, giving him more access to my ass and my thighs, and my legs spread just enough so he could see how wet I was for him.

A bead of arousal ran down my lips to the duvet cover.

I knew he could see it.

His fingers slid between my lips, circling my clit before running back, spreading my own wetness from my clit all the way up and around my asshole.

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