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done, we talk. Okay?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Over my lap.”
    This was one of his favorite positions to punish me. It wasn’t distant, like bending over a bench or a bed or a table. This was my body laid out over his, and I’d willingly lain down, accepting my fate. I wasn’t bound or gagged or held in place—I had to keep myself there, because that’s what he wanted.
    Master had been experimenting with the humiliation factor for a while. I got off on public displays, so that didn’t really work, but there was something about this position that was just damn naughty. In the best possible way.
    I was still wearing underwear, but Master hadn’t told me to take them off, and there was no way I was going to do anything except breathe without his permission now. Years of being his sub meant I was well-trained in anticipating his wishes, and I knew how to behave to get what I wanted.
    When I was settled, my ass hitched up over his thighs, head resting on my arms on the bed, he let the first smack fly. It landed right on top of my still-clothed ass, and I let out a tiny hum of pleasure. The next two delivered a sting and my skin started to warm.
    Even when he tugged my underwear down, he left the tight boxers around my knees. Keeping them on heightened that sense of punishment.
    We were both familiar with the way a good, hard spanking went. Master would warm me up first with a spank, rub, squeeze routine that was measured and fairly rhythmical. When I was ready, he’d pick up the pace and mess with the rhythm, so I’d get three stinging smacks to my left ass cheek, then a slower, thudding one to my right that lingered for a while.
    His favorite spot to hit was the crease where my cheek met the top of my thigh. I was sensitive there, and he paid special attention to his smacks, making sure I was taken up and up and up on the pleasurable pain.
    I grew harder against his thigh and I was sure he could feel it. Since this wasn’t a planned session, he was only wearing shorts, like I’d been, rather than the leather pants he preferred. I had to hold in the urge to hump his leg, knowing this would not go down well.
    When something much harder than Master’s hand cracked against my ass, I howled. I hadn’t been expecting that, and even though it was nothing compared to the amount of pain I could take, it was enough to shock me into indignant cries.
    “Oh, shut up,” Master said, whacking me a few more times with what I recognized as a wood-backed hairbrush. “You asked for this.”
    I had, there was no denying it.
    The extra sting from the makeshift paddle was enough to have me gritting my teeth, bedsheets clenched tightly in my fists to absorb some of the shock. Any thoughts I had about my Master going gentle on me, since we’d not had a session together for a few months, were chased out of my head by his even, punishing blows.
    “Count,” he demanded, and I knew it was nearly over.
    The last ten were delivered to the backs of my thighs in rapid succession, leaving me to bark out the numbers between each smack with barely enough time to catch my breath or absorb the sting of pain.
    I wanted to collapse forward, finally relax and take a few moments to slow my racing heartbeat, but Master had other ideas.
    “Up,” he said, smacking me again to make me move.
    Quick to obey, I knelt on the floor, shaking my underwear off one leg and presenting, my hard cock thrust forward.
    Master looked down at his lap, then sighed dramatically. “Look what you’ve done now,” he said, gesturing to his erection, which was leaking steadily, causing a darker patch on his light gray boxers. “Deal with that.”
    He didn’t need to ask me twice.
    We were still catching up with the sex we’d missed over the past few months. It wasn’t a hardship to suck him off, though, especially considering how he’d just given me something I’d been desperate for. I knew all the tricks to make him come quickly, swallowing his cock into the