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burning into her, could sense his desire. She turned away a little and pulled her pants down and off. She folded everything and made a neat pile on the bed.
    “Underwear too,” he said when she turned to face him, her hands still shielding her breasts from his eyes.
    She shook her head, her body’s reaction to his words different than it should be. Traitor!
    “Keep them on then, Kayla,” he said.
    That was too easy; she hadn’t expected that.
    “Do you need to use the bathroom?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    He gestured for her to go ahead and she did.
    “No, door stays open,” he said when she was about to close it.
    He’d heard her pee before, but those times he’d turned his back. Now he stood openly watching her.
    She lowered her panties and sat down, concentrating on the pattern of the tile floor. She finished, flushed, and washed her hands, then waited for his next command, suddenly unsure which part of the punishment she was more worried about.
    “Come here,” he said.
    She obeyed.
    “Hold out your hands, palms together.”
    She did and watched while he worked the loop of the rope around and between her wrists, leaving some slack, but securing it so she couldn’t get free. She couldn’t figure out what he was going to do with it; he hadn’t cut it, so the length was quite long.
    Once it was secure, he tugged her along toward a spot between the bed and the desk. He looped the rope through a hook that hung from the ceiling. Likely for a plant or something, she imagined, wondering why she cared. From there, he pulled it until her arms were raised overhead and kept pulling so she had to stand on tiptoe. At that point, he looped the rope through the hook again, giving her no slack, and secured the other end of it. He then retrieved the gag he’d used last night.
    “Open your mouth,” he said.
    “I won’t scream.”
    “I think you’ll understand when I say I don’t trust you.”
    She pressed her lips tighter.
    “I can use duct tape too, but this won’t hurt as much when I take it off.”
    She glared at him, but opened her mouth and didn’t struggle as he secured it in place.
    He walked behind her. “One more thing,” he said, taking her panties down to mid-thigh. “When I tell you to strip naked, you strip naked.”
    She made a sound of protest.
    “Feels even more exposed, doesn’t it?” he asked, coming around to meet her eyes, which filled with tears.
    “If you drop them, you’ll get additional strokes added to your spanking,” he said. He then leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and waited, his eyes never leaving hers.
    She wondered what he was going to do. This was uncomfortable and humiliating, but no more than that. At least not at first.
     
    * * *
     
    Elijah scanned her body, his eyes moving slowly over the full mounds of her uplifted breasts, the curve of her waist, the rise of her hip. Her belly was flat and she had a neatly trimmed triangle of pale hair over her pussy. Underneath, she was shaved bare; he’d seen that last night. His cock grew hard at the memory of the slick, pink lips, swollen and open.
    She shifted her weight so she now stood with flat feet. He watched her keep her legs spread just enough to keep her panties in place. She’d know in another moment how such a subtle punishment could provide such a satisfying result. At least for the disciplinarian. Although he wouldn’t let her off the hook as far as that spanking was concerned; he liked doing that entirely too much. An involuntary, low growl escaped his throat. She shifted again, meeting his eyes for the briefest of moments. He looked at her hands; she would be feeling the pressure on her wrists, but her fingers were fine. She could go longer.
    She made some sound, trying to grip the rope. She moved from tiptoes to flat feet again.
    He held her gaze a little longer than would be comfortable for her, some part of him relishing in her discomfort. He wasn’t sure if that was more human or