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beaten without first being made aware of the rule.”
    “Generally?”
    “There are things I expect you to know without being told. Common sense. Or if you’re trying to goad me.”
    She didn’t think she’d do that.
    “Most times, I will warm you up before beating you, to get the blood flowing to the area I intend to torture.”
    She squirmed again.
    He smacked her again. “It will minimise bruising and lessen the actual pain. There are times you won’t be warmed up.”
    Being upside down, the blood rushing to her head, wasn’t nearly as romantic as it sounded in her books. His muscles beneath her stomach were hard. There wasn’t a single thing comfortable about this.
    “I’ll give you five smacks to warm you up.”
    She nodded.
    She gasped when he landed the first one. It stung. Good God, this was a warm up ? She wasn’t sure she’d survive it.
    By the time he’d spanked her five times, her entire arse felt like it was on fire.
    She whimpered and tried to wiggle away.
    “Right,” he said.
    Instantly he reached across her, capturing her right arm with his left hand and using his arm to push down on her back, keeping her completely ensnared. “That is an example of when I might punish you without you being aware of the rule first. Common sense says you don’t try to escape when your Master is chastising you.”
    Trapped, she stilled.
    “See how red your buttocks are, and your upper thighs, as well.”
    Mercifully, she couldn’t see her exposed pussy.
    “I’m adding three strokes to your punishment, for a total of eight spanks. Tell me to begin.”
    Was there no end to her humiliation?
    “Please, Master, punish your sub.”
    “And for that, Marnie, I’ll deduct one of the strokes. Count them off.”
    He spanked her hard. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have run away.
    “Count?” he prompted.
    “One!”
    “Ask for another.”
    “Mas-ter!”
    “Ask.”
    “Please, Master.”
    He delivered a second brutal slap right across the middle of her butt cheeks.
    She arched her back. He was unyielding. “Two.”
    “Why are you being spanked?”
    “Sub is being punished.”
    “Why is the sub being punished?”
    “For having an orgasm without Master’s permission.”
    “Will you do that again?”
    “No. No, Master. Sub promises to never break that rule again.”
    “Good girl.”
    Did that mean he’d let her off the hook and stop spanking her?
    His third slap kissed the side of her right buttock.
    “Three, Master.”
    “Do you see how red your arse is?”
    She nodded, blinking back tears.
    “Do you feel my cock against your stomach? Can you tell how hot I am for you?”
    Before she could answer, he delivered the next stinging slap.
    “Again, in the mirror. Look at your body, look at me. See how much I desire you.”
    Unbelievably as she shifted, she realised her pussy was wet. Despite her protests and the pain, the spanking aroused her.
    “How many strokes have you taken, sub?”
    “Four.”
    “Spread your legs a bit more.”
    She had to fight her own instinct for self-preservation.
    He slapped her hard, between the legs, scorching her pussy.
    “Fuck!” She gasped.
    “Hated that?”
    As the intensity of the blow diminished, heat suffused her.
    “Marnie?”
    “It was… It hurt…”
    “But…?”
    She couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
    “I can smell your arousal,” he told her softly, capturing her gaze in the mirror.
    “It’s not possible.”
    “And if this were a pleasure beating, you would have come when I slapped your cunt.”
    She blinked at his coarse language.
    “How many was that?”
    “Five.”
    “Two more,” he said. “Across your upper thighs.”
    She yelped as she counted off the final two punishing spanks.
    “A weekend of firsts,” he told her. “Your first public scene, and your first punishment.” He slowly released her. “Kneel.” He helped her into position. He pushed back her hair from her face. With exquisite tenderness, he wiped away her