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“So, then, maybe we don’t have to do this?”

“This spanking is about me, baby girl. It’s about giving you what you need.” The first impact came as a shock, a sharp sting that made Savannah gasp. Her body tensed, hands gripping the couch cushions instinctively. The second spank followed quickly, then a third, each one sending a jolt through her system.

"Oh!" Savannah squeaked, surprise coloring her voice. The sensation was intense, but not quite what she'd expected. These didn’t hurt at all. A warmth was building as Savage continued, spreading across her bottom, seeping through the denim of her jeans.

Savage's hand came down again, steady and rhythmic. Savannah's mind raced, trying to process the unfamiliar feelings coursing through her.This isn't so bad.Her initial fear gave way to a strange sort of curiosity.It's... different. But not terrible. What was I so afraid of?

As he spanked, something weird began to happen. Her clit started throbbing, moisture pooled between her legs. Her nipples tightened under her shirt. The spanking was turning her on.

"Remember to breathe, little one," Savage commanded.

Savannah realized she'd been holding her breath and let it out in a rush. As she focused on her breathing, she found herself relaxing even more, sinking into Savage's lap. If this was what a spanking was like, she could definitely take it.

After a few more spanks, Savage paused, his hand resting on her back. "How are you doing, Savannah?" he asked.

She took a moment to assess herself. Her bottom tingled with warmth, a not unpleasant sensation. "I... I'm okay," she said.Better than okay.She wouldn’t tell him that though. She was actually enjoying this spanking way more than she ever thought possible.

"Are you ready to continue?" Savage asked, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her back.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm ready." She lifted her bottom slightly, offering it to him. Oh. She was ready. It felt… good. Why did the spanking feel good? It was warm, but not painful. Thuddy but not sharp. Just the position, laying over his strong thighs, and not having to think, was doing something wonderful to her.Is this what it's like to submit?

"Good girl," Savage murmured, his praise sending an unexpected thrill through her. "Remember your safeword if you need it."

As Savage's hand lifted again, Savannah closed her eyes, enjoying herself. Despite her lingering nervousness, a part of her was eager to discover where this would lead. She wasn’t expecting him to stop a few seconds later. His hands moved to her waist, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Stand up for me, baby girl," he instructed, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Savannah obeyed, confused. Was it over? Was that it? What about the cathartic release? Did he think she’d found it? Oh, her pussy was definitely throbbing, and her nipples were tingling but she hadn’t found any sort of emotional release.

"I'm going to lower your jeans now," Savage said, his fingers hooking into her belt loops. "Are you okay with that?"

Savannah's heart raced, her cheeks burning at the realization that she was relieved it wasn’t over. "Y-yes, Daddy.”

As he slowly pulled her jeans down, leaving her in just her pastel pink underwear, Savannah felt utterly exposed. She crossed her arms over her chest, fighting the urge to cover herself even though she still had her shirt on.

"You're doing so well," Savage murmured, his blue eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “I’m proud of you.” He guided her back over his lap, his large hand resting on the small of her back. The cool air on her bare thighs made Savannah shiver.

"Ready?" Savage asked.

Savannah nodded, unable to form words. The first smack on her barely covered bottom made her gasp. It was sharper, more intense than before. The thin layer of panties between his hand and her behind was not exactly protective.

As Savage continued, alternating cheeks, Savannah found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensations. The sting of each spank melded with an unexpected warmth spreading through her core. These swats hurt more than the previous ones. They built on the foundation he’d just built. It was then that she realized fully, he knew exactly what he was doing.

This should hurt a lot more than this, she thought, bewildered by her body's response. Why doesn't it feel good? Shewas enjoying the pain. What did that say about her? Was there something wrong with her?

Savage paused again, his fingers playing with the waistband of her underwear. "These are coming off now," he said, his voice husky.

Savannah's breath hitched. "O-okay," she stammered, lifting her hips slightly to allow him to slide the fabric down. She craved this. She fucking needed it, and she refused to allow herself to feel ashamed by it. As the cool air hit her fully exposed skin, Savannah felt a jolt of something unfamiliar - a heady mix of vulnerability and exhilaration that left her dizzy. He was going to see how fucking wet she was. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the thought turned her on even more.

"Remember, you can use your safeword at any time," he reminded her.

Savannah nodded, her throat tight. "I remember," she whispered.

The spanking resumed then in earnest, each impact sending shockwaves through her body. Oh. This was different. This was not a gentle building. This was an inferno. Swat after swat came down on her bare butt and it hurt. Hurt bad. She started shifting her hips from side to side. As if he’d predicted her movements, he shifted, lifting her ass higher and trapping her legs underneath his, pinning her in place.

Savage's voice cut through the haze of sensation. "You're doing so well. How are you feeling?"

She swallowed hard, surprised by the catch in her voice. "I'm... okay. It hurts, but... I think I need this."

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