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“Good.” He brings the paddle down again, a little harder. It stings. The burn after the sting is… nice. Warm. Then he starts talking and I realize that it’s not pain he want to inflict.

It’s shame.

He wants me to feel naughty. Punished. “You were a bad, bad girl. Being sassy. Using your little cunny to get your way. But those days are over. Aren’t they? I’m in charge now. And you’re going to find yourself over my lap. A lot.” The paddle comes down again, harder. It stings. “Let’s get your bottom nice and pink so all the Village can see it. And they’ll know Sasha isn’t in charge at One Nineteen anymore.”

The paddle comes down with a crack, right across the center of my ass.

“Yeow!” I cry out. I squirm. “Yes, sir.”

“Who’s in charge, baby girl?” The paddle comes down. Same spot. Now he wants me to feel the pain. I’m wincing.

My eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the spreading ache. “You are sir.”

“Good girl.” Then the paddle’s coming down and I’m gasping. He waits before he lifts it again letting the full brunt of the swat sink in. I want to rub my ass. My toes curl into the carpet. It comes down again and I cry out, I’m sorry, so sorry. It comes crashing down once more and just when I feel I can take no more, I feel him put the paddle down beside him on the bed. His hand is brushing over my stinging ass.

Relief washes over me. A smile almost crosses over my flushed face. It quickly disappears as he says, “Let’s get you in your window.”

My stomach is in knots.

I knew he wasn’t bluffing all along, but now that it’s really happening, my knees are so weak, I can barely get to my feet. “Are—are we sure about this,” I stammer.

He takes my hand. I’m standing here, bare-legged, my skirt hanging down in the front, covering me, but tucked up in the back, exposing my swollen ass. I let him guide me to the front of our bedroom. Where the big picture windows face the street.

We pause in front of the spotless glass. I see Fifth Street. I catch a glimpse of our reflection. My hair is tousled, my eyes wide, my face blushing. Behind me, his muscles are rippling. His jaw is set. His hands are heavy on my shoulders and he’s turning me.

I’m standing, my ass to the window. I have no idea who can see me. Or what they will say, who they will tell. I can only imagine there will be quite a few Bachmans chatting over dinner tonight. Did you see Sasha today? Naughty girl. Carter finally took her in hand and spanked that bottom. Did you see how red it was? She won’t be sitting down comfortably any time soon.

My face burns as hot as my paddled ass.

Carter is watching the whole thing. He stands before me, enjoying the look on my face. His arms cross over his chest as he admires me.

I shift my weight to my other foot. I clasp my hands in front of me. I give him a pout. It has no effect.

“Hands behind your head,” he says with a tilt of his chin.

His crossed arms push his biceps up, showing them off. Shirtless with jeans—my favorite look for my CrossFit man. The way he’s so sure of himself, so in control. And punishing me so sternly, and yet… so softly. My core is throbbing for him.

I have to have him. Now.

I’m risking my ass but let me try one of my old tricks.

Judging by the size of the bulge I can see in his jeans, he might not be opposed.

I lock my eyes with his. Slowly I raise my arms, stretching them above my head, letting my shirt rise above my midriff, the thin material straining across my breasts. I tilt my head to the side, jutting out my chin. I part my lips, just a touch… run the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip.

Bingo.

Two seconds later, he’s grabbing my waist. I’m out of the window and being carried to the bed. His face is etched with a carnal desire that makes an almost fearful thrill run through me. He’s a beast.

He throws me onto the bed, flat on my back. Then he grabs my hips and flips me over, dragging me back toward the edge. I’m bent over the bed. Ass perched and exposed. Breasts, arms, face, all pressed into the covers. I arch my back and stick my ass up in the air.

I’m so ready for this.

I spread my legs. Parting my wet cunny. Giving him a show.

I hear him groan. Hear his jeans hit the floor. His fingertips are digging into my hips again. He pulls me toward him. Our hot flesh meets.

His hard cock brushes against the inside of my thigh as it makes its way to the entrance of my pussy. The head of his cock is against me. Pressing. Stretching. Burning. He thrusts inside of me. The full length, all at once. It fills me and I feel pain, but it’s a delicious pain that strikes me at my core.