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My ass burned. I’d never realized it would feel so hot after a spanking, and the sound, the sound was so loud, I was glad our neighbors weren’t close enough to hear it. Or I hoped they weren’t.
    “I meant what I said, Lisa,” he lectured as he spanked, seeming not at all winded by his effort when I was gulping in big breaths between cries and tears. “I care about you and I don’t know what’s happened to you over the last couple of years, but you’re not the Lisa I met, the one I got to know those first months. The Lisa I know is still in there, hidden deep beneath the bitchy façade you put on. And now, you’re getting yourself into trouble. Drugs are not a game.”
    “It was pot. I don’t do anything else besides pot.”
    “Still, it’s not legal, and you’re lucky Mack found you or you’d be getting bailed out with a record.”
    “I’m sorry! Please just stop!”
    But he clearly wasn’t through. “You don’t even talk to me anymore. I thought we were close for a while there.”
    “Please, Jace, it hurts!”
    “I don’t know what happened.”
    You rejected me! But I couldn’t say that aloud. No way.
    “Please. Sir. Please.”
    He paused then and looked at me. I watched him through the mass of blonde hair that stuck to my face, feeling my ass throb as soon as he stopped smacking it.
    “I’m doing this for your own good, Lisa.” As he said it, I realized something. I realized the thing that had been poking at my belly but that I’d not paid attention to considering the pain I was in, was his cock. He was hard as a rock.
    “You’re enjoying this!” I cried out, furious.
    He released my hands and I swiped one across my eyes and nose before pushing my hair back.
    He smiled. “I never said I wouldn’t enjoy it.”
    “You bastard!” My struggle began anew and, this time, Jace did laugh, easily grabbing up my hands, restraining me tighter than he had as he began a fresh volley of spanks that had me screaming every profanity I knew at him.
    He was fucking enjoying this! The bastard was loving it!
    “And, really, Lisa, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I do have a bird’s eye view of things here,” he said slowing down and resting his hand on my ass. “Look at me.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Look at me,” he repeated, this time releasing my hands.
    I craned my neck, glaring at him. He made a point of meeting my gaze as his hand suddenly slid between my cheeks, two fingers pressing against my sex.
    My wet sex.
    His eyes had gone darker and his grin wasn’t malicious, just dirty, as he raised that hand up, showing me evidence I didn’t need to see to know, before bringing those fingers to his nose and inhaling deeply. “You have to admit,” he said quietly, making me gasp as he licked my wetness from his fingers, my clit throbbing as he did. “There’s some part of you that’s more than a little aroused. I could smell it before you even lay down across my lap, and now.” He shifted his gaze to my ass, that hand pulling one cheek out to expose me, making my face go as hot as my ass felt. I closed my eyes, unable to look at him. “Christ, Lisa, you’re fucking dripping down your thighs.”
    I lay limp across his lap, vanquished.
    “Had enough?”
    I nodded without looking at him.
    “All right.” He raised me up, holding my wrists so I couldn’t rub my ass. I kept my eyes on his lap, on his thick erection. He was just as aroused as I was, and I met his gaze to make sure he knew I knew.
    “Time to put that punished ass on display, Lisa.”
    Any leverage I had flew out the window.
    “No.” Not again. Those five minutes in the corner earlier were almost more humiliating than the spanking. Okay, more!
    He stood and walked me into the living room, toward the couch in the center of the room, the one that faced the front door.
    “Kneel on the seat facing the back of the sofa.”
    “Jace — Sir — please.”
    “Kneel.”
    As humiliating as this was, as I knelt on the couch and he