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can say another word his big hand
comes down on my bottom hard. Smack ! I gasp—damn, that hurts!
    “It’s meant to hurt,” he says and I wonder
if he’s somehow reading my mind. He strokes my ass again, as though finding just
the right spot to let the next blow fall. “Don’t tighten up like that, Emma
darling. It doesn’t help.”
    But I can’t help myself. Every muscle in my
body is clenched. When his hand falls I bite my lip to keep from gasping again.
And then it falls over and over, each time accompanied by a bright starburst of
pain and the flat smacking sound of his palm connecting with my flesh.
    I lose count around seven. I can no longer
hold still. I’m writhing in his lap, desperate to get loose but there’s no way.
Aiden has me pinned, my legs held firmly down.
    The pain is bad but the other sensations
are worse. The feeling of being pinned down, held, punished ought to make me
angry as hell. Instead I feel…something else. A heat that seems to start
somewhere in my belly and spreads to my entire body. I feel so bare, so naked,
so hot, held helpless in his lap like this. He can literally do anything to me
and I can’t stop him. My pussy feels wet again and my nipples are hard little
nubs, rubbing against the maroon satin duvet.
    No—hell, no! I tell myself. This is not turning me on. This is crazy!
    Try telling that to my body, though. It’s
revving like an engine as I wiggle and squirm on my new Master’s lap. I don’t
understand. Do I have submissive tendencies hidden so deep inside even I didn’t
know about them? Or is this all about Aiden James and the way it feels to be
close to him, to be mastered by him?
    These questions are too deep for me to
answer, especially when my ass is stinging in pain with each measured slap of
his large hand. I’m gasping and moaning, crying out, “Oh!” or “Ow!” with each
swat. I can’t seem to stop myself. I guess I left my dignity at the door. Or
more likely it came off with my clothes when Aiden ordered me to strip. I feel
as if I’m going to explode from the pleasure and pain and overwhelming emotion.
Will this ever be over?
    And then abruptly it is.
    His hand stops spanking but he makes no
move to let me off his lap. Instead he strokes my sore ass gently, almost lovingly,
and murmurs something too low for me to hear.
    “What?” I ask, turning my head toward him,
hoping my question doesn’t provoke another spanking.
    “I said, after the pain, the pleasure,” he
says. Still keeping me prone on his lap, he reaches across the bed for
something. I’m about to ask what it is when I feel a new sensation. His hand is
back and this time it’s soothing rather than painful.
    Aiden rubs a cooling cream over my tortured
skin, making me moan softly, even though I’m trying not to make a sound. “Gently,
my darling,” he murmurs as he works on me, stroking the cream across my skin in
long, slow strokes.
    “Thank you,” I whisper when it seems that
he is done at last. “That…that feels much better.”
    “And it’s going to feel better still,” he
says. “Spread your legs, Emma.”
    “I… What?” I gasp, twisting my head around
to see him better. Really, this position is getting old but he still doesn’t
seem inclined to let me up.
    “You heard me.” He looks at me steadily.
“You need to know that pleasure as well as pain can come by my hand. So spread
your legs.”
    “I-I thought we already established that
your hands give me, uh, pleasure. Earlier,” I say, pressing my thighs together.
I really don’t want him to see how wet I got from the spanking. I’m still
confused about it myself.
    “Emma,” he says sternly. “Aside from why,
the other thing a submissive never says is no.”
    “I…but I…” I look at him anxiously, unable
to utter my fear and embarrassment.
    Aiden must be able to see them in my eyes
because his stern gaze softens and he goes back to stroking my sensitive ass.
“It’s all right, Emma,” he says softly.