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she feigned displeasure while putting up only slight resistance when she felt His hand on the back of her neck. she didn't feel she'd done anything wrong to deserve punishment, but He didn't care. Heck, she might be right. So, what? He had an excuse, and He was going to use it.

He pushed her forward, over the edge of the chair, and lifted her skirt. Just as she felt the cool air on her exposed ass (ah, the beauty of a thong), His hand came down hard. Again, and again, and again. At least five times, but she couldn't think straight enough to count them. the pleasure she had been feeling moments before this began had been pushed aside and replaced by the stinging of her ass. she also, however, felt something else: her pussy was dripping wet. If the spanking wasn't pleasurable, why had her body responded so quickly and so completely? Apparently, this was just a different type of pleasure. Not the sensation of His mouth on hers, His lips and tongue exploring her tits and nipples while His hands roamed further south. No, this was the feeling of Him owning her -- using her in the manner He saw fit and bending her to his will. she loved this feeling and wanted the stinging sensation to last forever as a constant reminder of His possession of her.

He teasingly ran His fingers over and under her panties, noting the wetness she had no chance of hiding. This pleased Him greatly and He, once again, thought how lucky He was to call this beautiful, intelligent, sexy creature His.

There is more, but you know the rest.