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deliberate and unusual – they seemed to separate her cheeks as they landed, as if he swatted then dragged his hand just a bit, adding insult to injury.
    Max didn’t say a word; refusing to repeat himself.  He merely waited, granted not very long.  When she didn’t say a thing, he smacked her again, ten times, very hard, admiring his handiwork along the way.  He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed disciplining a woman.  It had been a very long time.  He loved sound of the crack of his flesh against hers, the way her bottom wobbled for just a moment – or longer, depending on the girth of the woman receiving the swat – and, most especially, the scarlet imprint of his hand on her tender flesh, like the almost brand it was.
    He had barely started and she was already near the end of her rope!  Fawna was almost unable able to process what he was doing to her, and was in a true panic at the thought that there was definitely more to come.  Dear God, she didn’t want to surrender to him so soon.  She didn’t want to surrender to him at all, but he was spanking her so hard, damn him!  He’d only administered about twelve swats total, and she was already past the point of being able to control her mouth.  “All right!  All right!  Dag did it!   He wouldn’t let me go anywhere else to have it done, and I don’t like to do it myself.  He did it himself.”
    Fawna had expected that telling him what he wanted to hear would stay his disciplinary hand immediately, but she was – quite literally – very sorely mistaken.  He continued delivering solid, crisp, firm slaps to her cringing hiney until he thought she’d learned her lesson.  She was long past crying by then and well on to outright bawling, which had been one of his goals.  In Max’s considerable experience castigating females, some of them tended not to want to cry, seeing it - as a man would - as a sign of weakness.  Fawna was one of those women.  She did not want to cry in front of him.  She saw it as a weakness in front of her enemy, and she was right to do so.
    But he wouldn’t allow her that hidey hole.  He would push her past it, every time he was given the opportunity.  And it looked like he was going to be given that opportunity quite a bit for the foreseeable future.
    “How long are you to stay here?”
    Although she could barely corral her thoughts to speak, Fawna answered as quickly as she could.  “We didn’t set a time limit.  I can stay as long as I want.”
    “There are no phones?  No Internet?  There is no connection or contact with the outside world from here?”  Max laid his hand over her nicely warmed bottom, just to remind her to answer him truthfully.
    “No,” she sighed, and the sigh ended in a sob.  “It’s not allowed.  There’s satellite television.  DVR.  Video games.  Entertainment stuff.  That’s it.”
    He had little experience or knowledge of most of what she’d just mentioned.  But he knew enough about them to know that they were not communication devices.  “Not even anything for emergencies?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    Five more swats.  “You’re sure?”
    It shamed her to the depths of her soul that she couldn’t suppress an out and out groan before she replied.  “AAAhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Yes.  It’s well hidden and well guarded – or it was.”  She was reminded of the bodies she’d seen while they walked there, and of just how alone she was with him, how hopeless and helpless her situation was.  The only thing she could hope for was that someone decided to come by, but the chances of that were pretty much nil.
    He swept her mind, finding the truth there.  He would, of course, conduct his own search, but he was satisfied that she was telling him the truth.
    “Well, Miss Fawna, then it’s time for us to commence with your spanking.”
    She almost reared back up, but his hand on the small of her back set her right back down.  “Commence with it?  I thought we were done