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“Yes, Sir.” This time she didn’t second-guess it.

His hand lifted away from her butt, and she expected him to give the other cheek a matching squeeze. Instead, his palm came down on her upturned ass in a hard, decisive spank. This wasn’t just a surface sting; he’d slapped her hard enough to make her flesh jiggle, and then he held his hand in place as if he were trying to imprint the spank on her butt.

Tara exhaled as she pressed her forehead against the blanket. Nathan’s hand lifted and again his next move was unexpected. Rather than switching to the other cheek to place a matching blow, he rained four more hard swats down on the same cheek, the last one almost exactly on top of the first. Pain and heat radiated through her, but their trajectory was inverse because as the pain faded, the heat built.

He rubbed her leg from mid-thigh, up over her ass, to her waist. Then he raised his hand and finally balanced her out, with a matching five swats to her other cheek.

The spanking hurt, as it should, but the pain was a temporary and small price to pay for the wonderful heat and throb it left behind. A throb that was matched by the way she could almost feel her heartbeat in her pussy. The latex gusset felt almost unbearably tight. Part of that was due to the way he’d adjusted the straps, but part of it she was sure was due to her labia swelling with arousal.

“Now we’ve got a layer of primer down,” he said.

Tara hid her smile against the blanket. Primer. Sometimes he was such a dork?—

Nathan’s big hand came down on her right ass cheek with a force that shocked her. The crack of sound hadn’t even fully faded before her startled cry of pain echoed against the walls of the library. The conversation in the room lulled in reaction to her shriek.

That hurt.

Then he did it again.

Nathan’s hand came down in a brutal spank, this time hitting her sit spot—the sensitive place where ass met thigh. She shrieked, feet kicking up off the ground, and her right hand, which wasn’t trapped between her body, his body, and the back of the couch the way her left was, reaching back and trying to splay over her ass to protect herself.

Nathan shoved her hand away. “No,” he scolded.

Dammit, why did she find that so hot? Her pussy throbbed in response to his words even as her ass continued to burn with heat from his delicious abuse.

“Where are you?”

Tara, still dealing with the shock of exactly how hard her best friend could spank, didn’t understand his question.

“Where are you? Red, yellow, or green?”

“Oh.” She had to stop and think. She knew she wasn’t in the red stop zone, but that really did hurt so maybe she should say yellow.

Except, if she said yellow, asked him to slow down, she wouldn’t get where he wanted her to be. Where she needed to be.

“Green,” she breathed.

He stroked her back from the nape of her neck down to her waist with his left hand. His palm felt wide and hot against her naked skin. “Good girl for taking time to think about it,” he murmured.

She didn’t even try to hide the needy little noise she made in response to the praise.

His left hand curled around her waist, holding her in place. Tara took a breath, tensing.

“No, no, baby,” he murmured. “Relax and just take it.”

She tried; she really did. But when his hand came down in a brutal spank on her left cheek, she pushed up onto her toes, legs straightening as she yelped. All that did was make it easier for him to spank her, and he took advantage.

Hard blows fell one after another, the crack of palm meeting ass almost one continuous sound.

Tara couldn’t hold still. She rocked her hips side to side, her feel scrambling on the floor.

He’d covered all her flesh at this point from the top of her ass down to the tops of her thighs. Now, every spank was landing on already hot, sensitive skin. It was starting to feel like she had a slight sunburn.

He hit one particularly sensitive spot and she lurched sideways, trying to slide off his lap. He must’ve anticipated the move because his fingers curled under the waist strap of her fetwear. His legs hooked over hers meant her lower body didn’t go anywhere. She managed to twist her upper body and get one hand onto the ground, but with him controlling her body from the hips down, all she was doing was bending awkwardly to the side.

“Where are you, Tara?”

Hearing her name was like a jolt to the system. She panted, still bent oddly. “I don’t know how to answer,” she said honestly.

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