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across his lap.
    “Hey!”
    It was easy to hold her while she struggled, gripping her wrists at her back from the start, one leg over the backs of hers.
    “You cannot do this again!” she yelled.
    “Watch me,” he said. She was wearing a skirt which he flipped up over her back to reveal a pair of lacy white boy shorts that displayed her pale, plump cheeks perfectly. She had a good ass for spanking. “Nice,” he said, taking hold of the top of the panties and pulling them tight into the split between her cheeks.
    “Ow!” she squealed.
    He struck her bottom hard, his big hand covering both cheeks. “It almost makes me think,” he said, spanking each cheek in turn without pause, watching her pale skin redden beneath his hand, “you were expecting a spanking.”
    “I was not!”
    “We’ll make it a good one this time,” he said. “Make sure the message hits home so you don’t find yourself over my lap again tomorrow.”
    “Let me go, you… you… ow… you big bully!”
    “Although I must admit, I don’t mind one bit,” he continued. And he didn’t. The rigidity of his cock was evidence of that.
    “I bet you don’t! Is this how you treat your girlfriend?” she yelled between gasps and struggles.
    “No girlfriend,” he said.
    “That’s a surprise!”
    He spanked without speaking and the only sound in the room was that of his hand on her bottom and her groans. Once her bottom was a bright pink, he moved to work on the tops of her thighs.
    “Jess,” he said, pausing, his hand resting on her bottom, his finger now tracing the lace tucked between her cheeks. “We just had this conversation yesterday,” he began, fingers taking hold of the waistband of her panties.
    She whimpered, surely knowing what was to come.
    “But I obviously didn’t get through to you then,” he said, slowly, very slowly, dragging her panties down to her knees, exposing her fully. “I’ll try to make this one more memorable,” he said, his eyes feasting on her luscious, round, red bottom. “And if we have to do it again, I’ll warn you now I won’t be using my hand.”
    “What?” she asked, turning a little. She had been completely still while he had been taking down her panties.
    He met her eyes to find they had gone soft again, the expression on her face almost sweet, no hint of her earlier resistance on it. Maybe he was getting through to her because what he saw in this moment, hidden behind that cocky ‘I’ve got something to prove’ exterior, was her vulnerability.
    There wasn’t a hint of jest in his tone when he next spoke and as little as he enjoyed the idea of having to physically punish her to get through to her, he knew he had to and that he had to make it, as he had told her, memorable.
    “I said if we do this again, it won’t be with my hand.” He paused. “I’ll use my belt.”
    Her eyes traveled to the thick leather and she swallowed. Yep, she was catching on.
    He turned his attention back to her bottom but could see from the corner of his eye that she remained watching him. He swallowed, becoming fully aware of the intimacy of their position, of his power over her and of her surprising submission to that power. She had stopped struggling altogether and was simply waiting now. Waiting for him to spank her. He decided before beginning this next round to push her a little. See how she would react to him then.
    He released her wrists and legs.
    “Lay your torso on the bed and keep your feet on the floor,” he said.
    Something between them had changed; it was almost palpable.
    He helped shift her position and, without speaking, she did as he said after first tucking the strands of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear.
    “Keep your feet on the floor and your hands out of the way, Jess, understand?”
    She nodded and was otherwise silent as she waited. He looked at her lying over his lap, her panties down around her ankles, quiet, waiting to be spanked.
    “Push your bottom