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By the fifth strike, however, her butt was warm. “Ow!”
    “We’re just getting started, Goldie,” he warned her, laying another slap on her behind.
    She whimpered on the tenth strike. It hurts!
    He paused to caress her hot rear. It was sensual, and soon his fingers found her privates. “Wet.” A happy lilt played in his voice. “I guess you’re having a good time.”
    Her ass was hot, her thighs smarted, tears welled in her eyes. But she had electric sparks shooting from her nipples to her pussy with every sharp whack to her bottom. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
    “Don’t stop, ‘Sir,’” he told her.
    “Don’t stop, Sir,” she agreed, enjoying the sound of that appellation on her lips.
    Without warning, he started spanking her again. Fifteen smacks, twenty-five. She was crying softly at thirty. Once again, his hard hand gentled her burning ass. Will I be able to sit after this?
    He helped her reposition herself on his lap, cuddled in his arms. Sitting was a little uncomfortable, but cuddling made it a lot better. “I’m sorry I was naughty,” she told him, noting the firm erection pressing against her hip.
    “I know, sweetie.”
    She wriggled and he drew in a sharp breath. “Aren’t you uncomfortable? Do you want me to give you head?”
    “I can wait until you’re recovered a bit.”
    It was so self-disciplined of him to be concerned about her rather than only focused on his own discomfort. “Thank you.”
    She snuggled in for a pair of minutes, and he touched her breasts as she calmed, making her all keyed up again. His fingers tested her hardening nipples. She sensed that he was watching her reaction. A warm flush stole over her as he pinched the tip of her breast. The pain of his pull and twist sent a lance of excitement through her pussy. Goldie’s clit began to throb with need.
    Markus’ hand slid between her thighs and simply rested on her quim. In response, she arched, offering more, more of everything and every part of her. How is it that this guy turns me into jelly when no one else can? He drew his fingers through her folds, until he concentrated her slick wetness on her aching clit. As it swelled, he took her sensitive nubbin in his fingers and squeezed, then squeezed harder. Goldie gasped. It hurt, but a thrill of hot flame roared through her womb.
    “You may not come until I give you permission, Goldie,” he told her.
    “But-“
    “Absolutely not. If you do, I’ll punish you with another 30 on the bare.”
    Her bottom was still hot and stung; another spanking sounded unpleasant, no matter that the first one had been stimulating. “Okay,” she agreed.
    “Good.” With that, he rose with her in his arms, carrying her as though she was a feather pillow. They went up a curved flight of stairs, and into a big bedroom. It was a masculine room, with muted blue paisley wallpaper and dark walnut furniture. He sat on the embroidered counterpane with Goldie in his lap, and lowered his head to find her mouth with his.
    His lips were warm and moist, and his tongue teased the tip of hers. He became more aggressive, plunging his tongue into her mouth in a rhythm she recognized, and she teasingly nipped. His answer was to pinch her nipple until she opened her mouth with a gasp and moan. “No teeth, sweetheart,” he warned her, pinching the other nipple hard as well.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered on a needy whimper.
    He moved her onto the bed and her knees naturally fell open. Cool air was a balm to her swollen and wet pussy, but she didn’t want to lose her excitement level, so she moved a hand to that tender flesh and began rubbing.
    Markus’ frown was immediate, and he swatted her hand. “No! Mine!”
    Was she his? Did she want to be his? She couldn’t remember ever having a beau who intrigued, delighted and seduced her so well.
    Instead of arguing the merits of masturbation with him, she surrendered. His face cleared and a small smile turned up the corners of his mouth. He