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“Why are you going to spank me?”

“How many reasons do you want?” Oscar says.

I can list a few, and he does, too.

“You abducted me.”

“That wasn’t me.”

“You led me out of the office. You’re an accomplice.”

Yeah, that much is fair.

“You didn’t save me when you could have. When we stopped at the apartment, you helped Craig.”

Again, true. I didn’t really feel like I had a choice. I also didn’t really know what I was supposed to be doing.

So I made the wrong choice.

I’ve done that a lot in my life. Haven’t I? I’ve had options, but chosen wrong. That’s why Craig turns to me. He knows he can manipulate me, and he knows I let him. I hate that about myself. When I started working for Oscar, I thought I was being offered a chance to be a better person.

Smack.

This time, I cry out.

“I told you to stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You are in your head, baby, and I don’t want you spacing off.”

“You can’t control my mind,” I say.

“I can control whatever I want tonight, and what I want right now is to spank you, punish you, and humiliate you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a troublemaker and a brat,” he says.

“I’m neither of those things.” My cheeks heat.

“You’re both, but that’s okay. I’m going to beat your ass, and then I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you.”

I didn’t consent to this. That’s what I start to say, but then he starts spanking me, and my words disappear.

I close my eyes, and my body goes limp in his lap.

At first.

I’m flat across his knees as he smacks me over and over. I melt into him, and the pain starts to come in waves.

Then I start to fight.

I wiggle, but he holds me in place somehow. I think he has an arm on my back. Despite my wiggling and kicking, he keeps right on spanking me.

“Give up,” he says. “Give up and learn your lesson.”

But I don’t want to learn my lesson.

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