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out,” he said, his voice sounding tight.
    She glanced back at him, her expression also different than it had been, her eyes darker, the pupils dilated. She faced forward after a moment and hollowed out her back to lift her bottom, offering herself for spanking.
    “Good girl.”
    When he began, the sound of his hand on her bottom seemed even louder than it had been before. She made some noise and twisted a little but didn’t reach back to cover herself. He spanked again, holding her tight to him, alternating from one cheek to the next. She would clench and soften and slowly, her gasps turned to a continuous sound, not crying although he knew she was at least a little bit because he could hear her sniffling, but it was a more base sound she might not even be aware she was making.

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    Jess lay across his lap, her attention so fully on the actual pain of the spanking that all thought of the humiliation involved in her position was lost to her. Sweat covered her face and she felt heat building within her core. The sound was remarkably loud and at one point, she had wondered if anyone would hear, but that was long ago. All that remained now was the pain.
    “I don’t want you going behind my back to conduct this investigation on your own,” he said, still spanking, the rhythm a little slower now as he paid attention to both cheeks equally. “Are you understanding that?” he asked.
    Her fingers curled into the blanket on the bed and she mewled, shifting her hips, wiping at her face.
    “Am I getting through to you?” he continued. “Or do you need more?”
    “No!”
    “No, what? No, I’m not getting through to you yet?” he asked, the volley of spanks halting while he shifted her slightly so her legs opened a little.
    She stiffened, gasping, but didn’t reach back, didn’t try to close them when one hand came to rest on the back of her thigh. His hand felt hot, hotter than her skin, as one calloused finger turned circles on her bottom cheek.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, unable to turn back, unwilling to meet his gaze.
    “Getting through to you,” he said simply. He began to spank again, even harder than before if that was possible. Each one stung and she hadn’t a moment between to catch her breath, to absorb the pain of one before the next landed.
    “Please,” she begged. “Please stop!”
    “When I feel you’ve had enough,” he said, continuing. “When I feel you understand what I’ve said.”
    “I do understand. I’m sorry, I won’t… ow… I won’t go behind your back again. I promise.”
    “Do you remember what else I said?” he asked, not letting up.
    “Please, Jackson, just stop.”
    “What did I say?”
    This took her some time and he continued spanking her throughout. Although she had been crying, the onslaught of tears that came now was something else entirely. “That it wasn’t my fault that Ben was here,” she said through sobs, her words barely making sense to her own ears. “That it had nothing to do with me and it wasn’t my fault.”
    Her body went limp as she said it and he stopped spanking, resting his big hand on her bottom. She sucked in a ragged breath and blinked several times before wiping her hand across her face. She felt somehow, strangely, lighter.
    He didn’t speak; instead, he rubbed the tender flesh of her thighs. Within moments, her attention was wholly upon this sensation of touch. She remained as she was, not struggling but draped over his lap, not moving to cover herself. The knowledge that she lay in exactly that position, exposed to his eyes, his hands, heated the space between her legs, the warmth close to that of her bottom but different.
    When he slowed and his fingers began to move closer to the cleft between her cheeks, she swallowed, holding her breath, registering perhaps for the first time the hard length of him at her belly. That knowledge caused her own swollen clit to throb and she found herself relaxing her legs, allowing them to