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“Hold still.” At my command, she freezes. I pause for a moment as she burrows her face into the mattress. “Olivia, look at me.”

She turns to me, glowering through tear-filled eyes.

“Five more,” I say. Her ass is a fiery red now and her lips are twisted in discomfort.

Olivia doesn’t respond, but I didn’t expect her to. She rests her face on the mattress and continues to scowl at me as I spank her quickly, four more times. Her lips maintain their pout as she steadfastly refuses to make a sound. There’s nothing she can do to stop the tears from falling, though. I draw my arm back and bring my hand down across the width of her ass for the last time. Olivia yelps, then quickly composes herself.

“You did so well,malyskha.” I am genuinely impressed by her fortitude. If she’d shown any signs of weakness during the spanking, I’d have gone easier on her, but it seems my bride ismade of tougher stuff than most people realize. “Now for the fun part.”

CHAPTER 10

Olivia

If I said I hated being spanked, it would be a lie. Do I like pain? Not really, but I enjoy the exhilarating rush the sharp sting gives me each time Piotr’s palm connects with my ass. What I am into is the vulnerability of being laid out for my husband to punish. Lying on the bed while Piotr reddens my ass is strangely intimate. I enjoy being bound and helpless more than I could ever have imagined. Ceding control to a man like Piotr is remarkably freeing. Of course, I wouldn’t want to submit to him outside of the bedroom, but from what I’ve seen he isn’t going to ask that of me.

I get a huge kick out of knowing I’m affecting Piotr. His breathing is a touch heavier than normal and there’s no mistaking the bulge in his pants for anything other than a massive erection.

“I want you to keep looking at me, understand? I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” I agree.

Piotr snaps the ends of his belt together and the sound makes me jump, despite my resolve to maintain my composure. While his hand might as well be made of steel considering the impact it made on my ass, I didn’t fear being spanked with it. The belt is an entirely different prospect. It’s a thick strap of leather and it’s going to sting like hell. Could it break the skin if Piotr’s not careful? I hope not. I guess I’ll have to trust he knows what he’s doing.

“Okay, Olivia, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to give you one lash of the belt so you know what you’re in for if you dare lie to me.”

I brace myself, afraid of how much this is going to hurt. Even the wordlashsounds more vicious thanspank. I twist the bedcover between my fingers and wait for the belt to land. It does with a crack that seems to ricochet off the walls. My stoicism evaporates and I scream as fire dances across my flesh.

“Breathe, Olivia,” Piotr says as I scramble to get control of myself. He waits for a few seconds until he’s satisfied I’m okay. “First question. Who is Dario Maroni to you?”

“I told you already. He was in high school with me.”

“Yes, you told me that, but I’m asking about your relationship. Was he your boyfriend?”

“No.”

The lie is instantly punished as the belt smacks off my ass. The initial sting makes me yelp, but it’s the painful tingling sensation it leaves that has me wriggling on the bed trying to find relief.

“Oh, Olivia, don’t fall at the first hurdle,” Piotr says with mock pity. “Let’s try that again. Was he your boyfriend?”

It isn’t worth continuing to lie. “We dated a little.”

“I see. Has he ever touched you?”

“No.” My response comes automatically.

I scream as the harsh leather falls across both butt cheeks. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands.

“We both know that’s a lie,” Piotr says.

I realize it was stupid to lie when Piotr saw Dario touching me at my house a couple of days ago.

“Well, yes, he touched me, but I thought you meant, like, down there.”

“Down there?” Piotr laughs derisively. “We are going to have to do something about your vocabulary. Now, tell me, did he ever touch your pussy?”

Why does Piotr using that word make me all warm inside? I decide to be honest. “Maybe once.”

“I see, and what else?”

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