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“No?” I ask, staring at her profile. Tears are in her eyes, I can see them, but she’s holding them back. She’s steeling herself for what’s coming. I know she wasn’t snooping for her own knowledge. Her father’s behind it, all she has to do is tell me. Just be honest, and I won’t have to paint her ass red.

But she’s stubborn. Marcin warned me about that.

“When you tell me, the spanking stops.” I condemn her and bring the belt down across her milky white cheeks. She hisses but makes no other sound. Again, I bring it down, crossing over the red mark of the first lash. I pause, giving her a moment to say something.

With a bitter shake of my head, I continue. Again, and again, I spank her ass with my belt. Watching her plump cheeks bounce after each strike. I give her time, I give her chances, but she remains silent other than to utter a curse between swats.

“Fuck!” she screams when I hit the same spot twice in a row.

“Tell me, Kasia. This doesn’t end until you’re honest.”

I drop the belt to the floor and move closer to her side. With one arm around her belly, I pull her to my hip. Her ass is in prime position. It’s red, a few purple marks are already showing. I won’t give her much more, but she still has to obey. She will not get away from telling me the truth.

“Please.” She gasps for air but I’m not listening to anything other than the truth. In my gut I already know, but I need to hear the words. I need to know she’s not following her father’s orders anymore, that she’ll be following mine. I can’t let my own wife be my enemy. Not when this isn’t her war.

“So be it,” I say and bring my open palm down on her ass. She wiggles a bit but once I get into a steady pattern, she stops moving. She’s crying softly, but she’s not fighting me. She’s not giving in either.

When I move the spanks to her thighs, she sucks in some air, but melts into me. Fucking hell, she’s soaring. I stop, look at her eyes and confirm what I already know. Her eyes are glossed over; her bottom lip is swollen from her biting it so hard.

I’d set out to punish her, to teach her to obey, never lie to me, and what I’ve done is set her skyrocketing off into subspace.

Well, fuck.

Chapter Nine

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Kasia

My ass is on fire, and the quilt on my bed isn’t making it better. I roll to my side, fluttering my eyes open to find Dominik sitting in the armchair beside my bed. His eyes are set on me, the cold blue unrelenting. His jaw, tight.

He was spanking me. Embarrassment floods me. It had hurt so bad, so fucking much, but within a few stripes of his belt it had turned into something else entirely. Something that surprised me but was welcomed.

I don’t remember him stopping or being carried up to bed, but I’m here. He must have brought me.

My dress is still on, but my panties are gone. There’s a distinct wetness between my thighs.

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