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“Okay. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“It hurts.”

“This spanking is meant to hurt.”

“It’s natural to try and get away from physical pain,” she panted.

Nathan released her belt, instead gripping the back of the breasts band. Using it like a handle, he hauled her upper body back into place. He was manhandling her. Oh. Oh.

She swallowed against arousal so intense it almost made her lightheaded. He gathered her messy hair into a tail, twisting it once into a rope then wrapping it around his hand in a now-familiar move.

“It’s cute that you still get academic about things, even when your ass is on fire from a spanking.”

Tara could hear the amusement in his voice, but it didn’t make her feel embarrassed or ashamed. There was affection in amusement.

“Now answer my question.” His voice had deepened once more, and the command was unmistakable. “Do you need me to slow down or go softer? Are you at your physical tolerance limit?”

“Chartreuse.”

There was pregnant silence. “Uh…What?”

“Chartreuse. That’s the color you get when you mix green and yellow.”

Nathan’s hand slid from her right thigh up over her hot, aching flesh, crossed to her left butt cheek, and then slid it down that thigh. “First of all,” he mused, “assuming there really is a color called chartreuse, it’s got to be some kind of pink. The word sounds pink.”

“It’s not.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.” Nathan spanked her ass in an almost-offhanded way. This was more of a love tap than the true spanks she’d been getting, but she was already so sore and sensitive that she yelped, feet rising off the floor.

“So you’re somewhere between yellow and green,” he murmured.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re afraid I’ll be disappointed if I need to stop?”

“No,” she said firmly. “I’ve learned to be assertive about my needs, and my limits.”

“Okay, if you say it, I believe it, because I trust you.”

Something deep in her gut relaxed at his words.

Then she couldn’t think anymore because he went back to spanking her. Based on the sounds, he was no longer spanking her as hard. Probably because he didn’t need to. Nathan had done a very thorough job abusing her ass and upper thighs, and so now, even the lightest touch sent pain and heat zinging through her. Each spank caused heat to radiate, like ripples spreading through water.

“Ouch ouch ouch,” she whimpered, reaching back with both hands to cover her abused bottom. He slapped each palm then grab her wrists, forcing them to the small of her back and holding them there with his spanking hand. His other hand still held her hair.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured softly, the tender words entirely at odds with the brutal way his heavy hand came down on her ass.

Tara cried out with each blow now, her hips constantly twisting in effort to protect herself.

“I bet your bottom hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” Tara whimpered.

“You’re going to take it for me, aren’t you, baby?”

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