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don’t know. Your beauty is
part of what you are. You can’t take it away, as much as you can’t cut off your
own thumb to spite yourself.”
    He took this in.
    “Cut off my thumb. Good metaphor.”
He seemed suitably impressed. “You’re more than I thought you were.”
    She breathed in deeply, her
breasts moving.
    “I want you,” she pleaded.
    “Even now that you know who I
am?” He was breathing hard too.
    She thought of the lithe tiger. “Yes.”
    “Are you curious how I came to
be? How all of us here came to be?”
    “Yes.”
    “But not as much as you are
curious about me . . . the man . Am I right?”
    “Yes.” It was as if he could read
right into her mind.
    His hands moved to her neck. His
touch was gentle, and yet there was a subtext here. A lurking menace.
    He said softly, “If you tell
anyone about us . . . ”
    She held her breath. She was
waiting for those large hands to circle her neck . . . and squeeze. And yet she
wasn’t afraid of his implied threat. She would never betray him, and she sensed
he knew that.
    He finished, “ – no one
would believe you.”
    She said, “I’m not going to tell
anyone about you. Or this place.”
    He arrested her eyes for a long
time.
    Then he said, “You know, I
actually believe you.”
    She let out a whoosh of breath.
This man was unsettling. His intensity was unsettling. It must be the beast in
him, she decided. The chameleon of all his parts.
    He sat up suddenly –
another abrupt about turn which startled her.
    He said, “Turn around?”
    “What?”
    “Turn around.”
    Without warning, he flipped her
roughly onto her belly. The clamps squished against her soft flesh. She cried
out. The pressure on her pussy lips and nipples intensified in a new direction.
    His fingers stubbed her pussy
hole from behind. God help her, but she was wet again. Miserably, wantonly wet.
    “You want a fantasy?” he said.
“I’ll give you a fantasy.”
    Her spirits lifted. Was he going
to fuck her from behind? But he didn’t say he was going to give her her fantasy.
    He said, “Don’t move.”
    He slipped off the bed and went
to the dresser. She craned her neck to watch him. He opened the top drawer. His
body obscured whatever object he was taking out.
    Then he turned, and she saw that
he had a red paddle in his right hand.
    He held it up for her to see.
    “Isn’t this what you’ve always
wanted your Professor to do to you?”

 
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    She had to confess she was
scared.
    She had never been beaten before.
Not even once.
    He advanced towards the bed. The
red paddle was a slim thing. It had a handle and a flat surface which looked
frankly unyielding.
    Rust climbed onto the bed again.
    “Get up on your elbows and
knees.”
    He wanted her on all fours. Like
an animal.
    She obeyed, even though her limbs
were like jelly. Her buttocks protruded outward, soft flesh just waiting to be
smacked. Her elbows were flat on the bed while her knees dug in.
    He gazed at her with undisguised
hunger, and she was momentarily gratified that he seemed to want her s much as
she wanted him. His cock was now erect. Extremely so. The great vein on top of
its shaft was engorged, as was its uncircumcised head. He stroked the head and
shaft once, twice, as he gazed down upon her.
    He was a left hander. It was the
way he held the paddle. Something she had never noticed before because she had
never seen him write anything down.
    “Have you ever been spanked
before?” he asked her.
    She shook her head mutely. Her
inner thighs clenched. She was scared.
    “There’s always a first,” he
said.
    “Don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.
    He gave a low laugh. “On the
contrary . . . you might like being hurt .”
    He raised the paddle, and with
one fell swoop of his left hand, brought it down against her pale, pale
buttocks.
    K-r-a-a-c-k!
    The pain flowered in her butt, as
did the telltale red band across her moons. Tears crept into her eyes. Oh, the
sting! The paddle looked so slim, and yet it hurt