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“Exactly,” said Rusty, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was deeper and more passionate than a no-strings kind of kiss had any right to be, though, and she responded with equal fervor. In fact, as the kiss went on, the two of them were moaning and rubbing up against one another like horny teenagers.

“Damn it,” Rusty groaned. “You make me so damn horny, little one. We’d better get on with this punishment before I take things further than we’re allowed to go.”

“We’re not allowed to sleep together?”

“I think anything involving me taking off my pants would be taking things too far, don’t you?” Rusty asked. “There’s crossing a line, after all, and then there’s crossing it so far you can’t even see the line anymore when you look back.”

“I see,” said Janice sadly. But then, looking around the room, her room brightened a little. With a twinkle in her eye, she asked: “So, how aboutmetaking off my pants? And my panties? Is that allowed?”

“Hmmm. I suppose,” said Rusty, his voice cracking. “Go and stand in the corner and remove all the clothes on your bottom half, and then come and sit over my knee.”

Rusty sat down on a black leather couch, and Janice could already see how turned on he was from the shape at his groin.

She tried to swallow away her lust, then went to stand in the corner, facing the wall. Slowly, slightly provocatively, she pulled down her jeans and panties and kicked off her shoes. She bent over as she did it, enjoying the feeling that she was teasing Rusty and making him even more turned on.

“Good girl,” said Rusty, his voice husky. “Now come here.” He patted his lap and Janice walked over to him. She lay down on the couch, her belly pressing down over his hard groin. “Now, in a moment, I’m going to ask you to tell me all the negative thoughts flying around your head, one by one. Each time youvoice a negative thought, I’m going to spank you. And we’re going to keep going until you’re done.”

“Really?” Janice asked, looking back up at him. “Until I’m done? That could go on forever.”

Rusty smiled. “I bet you it won’t.” He paused. “And by the way, if you decide to say something good about yourself, you’ll be rewarded.”

Interesting.

Although it was unlikely Janice would think of anything good to say about herself.

“Don’t forget your safeword if you need it,” Rusty reminded her.

“Hug,” said Janice with a small smile.

“Perfect.”

Janice took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her insecurities pressing down upon her chest. She began to vocalize her feelings of inadequacy, each word cutting like a knife. "I feel so stupid so much of the time," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.

Rusty moved behind her, his presence strong and reassuring. He administered a firm, symbolic spanking—a physical manifestation of the emotional release she sought.

"I'm just a foolish dreamer," said Janice.

Rusty spanked her again.

“I’m always getting things wrong.”

Smack.

“I suck at making friends.”

Smack.

“I’m weird and childish and play with stuffed toys.”

Smack.

She began to cry now. “I’m disgusting for being a Little.”

Janice found herself feeling lighter after this smack, as if the burden of her self-perceived inadequacies was slowly liftingaway. Each confession brought forth more tears, but they were accompanied by a growing sense of relief, as though she was finally being granted permission to let go of her pain.

“I . . . I don’t deserve love.”

Smack.

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