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Julen couldn’t remember the last time he’d spanked a sub hard enough to leave a handprint.It felt like he branded her, marked her as his property.

Pulling back from that thought, he spanked her again, just as hard, on the other cheek.

Her toes curled, and she made sweet, pain-filled noises.

His hand throbbed, though undoubtedly not as much as her ass.He rubbed his palm over her skin, feeling the temperature variation between warm, naked flesh, and hot, spanked areas.

He was tempted to dip his thumb between her legs and touch her pussy.While he preferred sex to have some kink, he didn’t think every kink scene needed a sexual element, or sexual intimacy.It was an attitude that was fairly common among the rope enthusiasts he’d met.

Rather than slide his thumb into her pussy, Julen raised his hand and spanked her again, this time with moderate force.

He settled into a rhythm.Quick, hard swats that echoed but didn’t leave the instant handprint of those first two.

She wasn’t passive during her punishment—Diann gasped, moaned, and wiggled.Sometimes she combined two reactions.Moaning plus wiggling was his favorite.

And when he paused, she arched her back, lifting her ass in offering.

Julen pressed his palm against the cool leather beside her hip, his gaze roaming down her back.

That’s when he noticed the marks.

Releasing her neck, Julen bent, tracing two angled lines across the back of her shoulders, and two sets of shorter fan-shape stripes just below.

“Peter whipped you last night?”Julen asked.That idea made him feel…something.He shoved the feeling down.

Diann turned her head so she was facing him, and he leaned back so she could see him without straining her eyes.“No, Sir.I made Lihn whip me this morning, before.”

“What?”Julen stared at the marks, aware of the faint residual pain high on his own back.

“I needed to know for sure that he knew what he was doing,” she said.

“So you casually took two lashes with a whip, and two with a cat?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Because you were worried about me.Me and Peter, I mean.”

“I was worried about you, Sir.”

“And I almost had a damned breakdown for getting three of each.”

That startled a laugh out of Diann.Julen leaned over and kissed the marks.He didn’t think about it, didn’t stop to question why he was doing it, just kissed the faint lines.

Feeling almost embarrassed, he moved between her legs, taking a moment to examine her well-spanked ass.

She was tense, waiting, and Julen wished he knew what she was hoping he’d do next.More spanking?Maybe a nice piece of ginger lodged in her bottom first, to add to the pain?

Or was she hoping he’d fuck her.Just slide his cock into her wet pussy.

Julen’s cock, which had been semi-erect since he first bit her, reached full salute.He adjusted the front of his pants, then pulled Diann’s panties up over her well-spanked ass.She made a hissing noise, so he spanked her again, just a couple friendly swats.

Then he helped her off the bench, turning her to face him when she was on her feet.He thumbed her nipples gently before pulling the band of fabric up.Her nipples were visibly hard through the fabric and his cock twitched.

“Thank you,” he said formally.“For getting me off that stage and…”

“And offering my body so you could express your need for dominance, thereby regaining your sense of control?”

“Yes, that,” he said with mock solemnity.

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