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little ass, one he was sure hadn't been spanked in a long, long time—if ever. "You will count and you will thank me, Jolie."
    "Y-yes, sir." There was no mistaking her fear. Trepidation filled her voice.
    Sadist that he was, Mack got off on her anxiety. He wasn't going to hurt her, not really, but she didn't know that. He drew back his arm and brought his hand down against her soft ass. She yelped with surprise as his hand cracked her bottom. The sound of her shuddery inhale made him smile.
    "One, sir. Thank you, sir."
    Well done, he thought, and then smacked her ass again and again and again. She cried out with each whack but managed to keep track of the blows and to thank him. With each successive spank, her voice grew more wobbly. Soon, she sobbed openly. "E-eleven, sir, and thank you."
    He delivered another blow, this one hard to enough to make his palm sting. She lifted up on her toes and cried. "Please, sir. Please, no more."
    "Did I hear twelve and a thank you, Jolie?" Before she could answer, he whacked her red bottom three more times in quick succession. Smack. Smack. Smack.
    "Oh! Ow! Ah! Oh!" She squirmed and squeezed her ass cheeks together. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sir." She sucked in a long, shaky breath. "Thank you, sir."
    He considered giving her another ten but then decided she'd had enough. She was new to this, after all. Mack wondered if her first taste would be the last.
    To show her that pain often accompanied pleasure, Mack slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her into a standing position. Her splotchy face and red eyes displayed such vulnerability. He peppered kisses along the side of her neck and cheek. With his chest to her back, he curved his hand around her breast and let the other hand drift between her thighs. Even after that unexpected ass whooping, her pussy dripped. His fingers glided through her slippery folds and penetrated her.
    Gazes locked in the mirror, he finger-fucked her wet cunt until she panted and moaned. His hand abandoned her breast for her clit. With two hands working her tight pussy, she stood no chance. She came hard and fast, her pussy juice flooding his fingers as he thrust in and out of that snug channel and flicked her clit.
    When she'd finally quieted, he turned her around to face him. He kissed her gently and pressed their foreheads together. In a stern voice, he said, "Don't ever come into my house without knocking and getting permission again, Jolie."
    She looked duly chastised. "Yes, Mack."
    When she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek to his chest, Mack was overwhelmed by the urge to carry her to his bed and hold her close during an afternoon nap. He battled the impossible desire and instead forced his hands to do the opposite. He gently shoved her away from his body and stared down into her bright eyes. "You need to get dressed and get back to your parents' cabin before they worry."
    Jolie's lips parted but she closed them quickly. He was surprised that she hadn't argued with him. Instead she nodded and gathered up her clothing. She tidied up with the hand towel and slipped back into her bikini. Unable to help himself, Mack reached out and brushed away her hands. He tied the ends of string together for her.
    She smiled up at him, that coquettish glint back in her eyes. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed a playful kiss to his lips. She backed away slowly and lingered in the doorway. She blew him a kiss before winking mischievously and flouncing from the bathroom. As she disappeared from view, she called out, "I'll see you later."
    Of that, he had no doubt.

Chapter Two
    Mack couldn't stop thinking about Jolie. One taste of that forbidden fruit and he was hooked. Visions of their illicit tryst flashed through his mind. His cock ached and lower belly burned as desire streaked through him. God, how badly he wanted her again!
    He tried to remember if there had ever been another romp that could compare with what he'd shared with Jolie in his