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Emily’s face was on fire. She’d worn no underwear, and wave upon wave of self-consciousness washed over her. His eyes were pools of black fire. Her heart wanted to jump out of her chest.

He put out his palm. “Give me your hand.” When she did, he pulled her next to his thigh. “Are you scared?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Emily. Are we in ageplay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Going forward, we’re going to set up parameters and safewords for our play. But nothing’s going to save you from what’s coming. Do you know what it is?”

“I—I think so.”

“Do you know why?”

“Because I was sassy.”

“Why were you sassy?”

She swallowed hard. He wanted the truth. She didn’t have the nerve to tell him. She’d been knowingly bratty and rebellious because she was dying to feel his hand on her bum.

“Kitten, we’re up to fifteen smacks. Delay or lie, and you get five more.”

“Please, don’t make me.”

“Daddy asks when it’s important. Tell me why.”

She threw her hands over her face, but he gently pulled them away.

“Because I wanted Daddy to spank me,” she blurted in one breath.

“I see. What are you feeling now?”

“Anxious.”

“In a bad way?”

“No. I’m…kind of excited and nervous.”

He gave her his beautiful, bright smile. She wanted to melt all over him and drip at his feet. He was so sexy…so commanding… So hot!

“Okay, bend over my legs. I’ll help you.”

As Emily bent, he supported her head until she was settled facing the floor with her butt up. Immediately, he massaged one cheek with long, slow kneads, then slipped his fingers to her pussy. She was so wet, his fingers slid easily in between her folds to her clit.

She sighed. “Oh, that feels so good.”

Chuckling, he removed his fingers. A stinging blow followed.

“Ow.”

“Start counting. Miss one, and you get two more.”

“Okay, okay. One.”

“Wrong.” He smacked her ass. “That was one. Begin again, and don’t mess up. I want to get dinner started. I’m hungry.”

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