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She couldn’t answer because she was crying out, her skin now feeling properly sunburned. She couldn’t help herself but to shift her feet, almost dancing in place while still bent over his lap. As she moved, she felt the slick wetness between her pussy lips leaking out the sides of the latex.

“I think you’re almost there.” Nathan adjusted his legs, trapping hers tightly between his thighs. Then he tucked his right foot back, his calf pressing her knees together and vicing them between his leg and the front edge of the couch.

The restriction actually made it easier for her to calm down, though her breath was choppy.

“I want you to let go, just accept the spanking. Can you do that for me?”

Tara nodded frantically, each movement making her scalp prickling, thanks to his firm hold on her hair.

He released her wrists and spanked her hard twice more, once on each cheek. She needed to move to alleviate the pain, but with her legs trapped between his, her only option was her arms. Though she knew she shouldn’t, she reached back, splaying her hands over her butt and whimpering.

“Move your hands, baby.” His voice was thick with warning.

Her fingers were trembling and she slowly bent her elbows, pulling her hands to the very top of her ass. The instant he spanked her again, her palms were back in place, covering her abused backside.

“Let’s give those hands something else to do.” Nathan pulled on her hair forcing her head up and back, her body bowed in cobra pose. Except cobra pose required using your arms to brace yourself.

A distant part of her marveled at the genius, as she had no choice but to plant her hands on the couch cushion and support her upper body as he forced her into the backbend. This left her ass unprotected.

“This is gonna hurt, baby.” His tone sounded almost regretful.

Heavy hard swats of his hand made her ass jiggle, the heat sinking deep even as her skin stung and burned.

Tara tried to count—she wasn’t even sure why—but she only got to three before the pain and arousal distracted her. He was merciless. Brutal.

Punishing her.

Hurting her.

Giving her exactly what she needed.

Using pain to offer her permission to submit.

Tears filled her eyes, and when she blinked, they slipped down her cheeks. The instant the first sob broke free, Nathan stopped spanking her.

But the spanking had done its job. Not just opened the floodgates but blown the entire dam, releasing everything she’d kept behind those walls.

Tara sobbed with great shuddering breaths. Nathan released her hair, pulling her upright. She expected him to cuddle her, but instead, he gently guided her down to her knees between his spread legs. She looked up at him through teary eyes.

Nathan cupped her chin and stroked her cheek with his thumb, spreading the wetness of her tears across her face.

“You took that so well, baby. Ready to be my good girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, still looking up at him, her muscles trembling slightly in reaction to the spanking.

“Then get up on my lap and spread those legs.”

Chapter 8

Tara looked soft and relaxed, even as her breath shuttered out with a few more sobs.

Nathan leaned down, gripping first her upper arms, then her waist, as she climbed up onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, ass hovering above his knees.

Nathan palmed her butt, relishing her gasp and whimper of pain as he kneaded her well-spanked ass. Transferring his hold to her thighs, he forced her to sit down, eliciting another gasp, this time followed by a groan.

She bowed her head, long hair bracketing her face.

Tara—Tara—was on his lap, legs spread, her mostly naked body bound in fetwear that made her look even more submissive than if she’d been naked.

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