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started to realise that I was, in fact, turning into quite the deviant. I must confess that lying on this man’s lap like this, vulnerable and open to him was filling me with that familiar thrill, that familiar dirty lust. I began to think of his eyes on my form, of his hands on my body. I wanted him to hit me. With a final squeeze of my bum, I felt the Duke lift his hand away from my flesh, and then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, I felt his heavy hand come smacking down onto me.
    My mouth opened soundlessly and my eyes widened with the pain of the strike. Little needles of red hot sensation spread out from his fingers across my flesh. I had not expected him to hit me so hard. Shocked, I remained silent.
    ‘Pardon me?’ said the Duke, ‘I didn’t quite hear that. We’ll have to start all over again, I’m afraid. What a dreadful shame.’ Then, without any warning, he lifted his hand again and brought it down with a hard, snapping thwack sound on my bottom, even harder than before. I felt my flesh pucker and ripple underneath him, as my body struggled to react to the pain it was experiencing.
    Quick, Briony, say something, I thought to myself.
    ‘Tha- thank you, Duke,’ I panted, trying hard to concentrate through the shock.
    ‘Oh, well done, dear. What a good girl. Well, it was my pleasure.’ As he said pleasure, I’m sure I felt something poking me from his crotch. Was it his… My thoughts were broken by another slap.
    ‘Thank you,’ I said, as my whole body shifted forward with the power of the smack. I closed my eyes and took the pain, as it radiated around my buttocks, and through my core, all the way round to my little quim which shivered underneath me, so close to his rough hands.
    He beat me again and again, and again and again I thanked him for it, and with each following strike it became easier to say thank you, even though the pain became more and more severe. I could feel the flesh of my bottom swelling and reddening with each slap as the Duke marked me, made me his. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you Duke,’ I said, and I knew that I was thanking him with sincerity, as now each slap had started to make my pussy began to beat with pleasure, with anticipation. I knew he was looking at me there, because with each strike now he was pinching my buttocks and pushing them up so that he could see that secret little place. I knew that I had started to glisten for him. Then, before I knew it, the ten slaps were up.
    ‘Oh look,’ he said, ‘it seems like someone’s little kitty is positively seeping with all this attention. I can see that the doctor was not exaggerating when he said that you became wet easily.’ I felt his fingers walking their way back along my rump and settle on the inside of my thighs. ‘I suppose for a bad girl like you, getting smacked on the behind must have made your cunny-skin wet with lust.’ His fat fingers started to tenderly stroke the lips of my rose, smoothly teasing my sweet little organ, causing even more nectar to spill from inside me, as I became entirely consumed with a pounding passion.
    ‘Yes, Duke,’ I whispered, ‘please, my Duke.’ I could still feel the sting from his hand on my behind, and the memory of the pain mixed with the utter pleasure his hands began to gave me. His finger was the first part of anyone save me to enter the space between my legs, and his hooked, probing fingers discovered for the first time how soft it was inside me, how hot and how quivering my pussy was. He began to slide his thick, wide-knuckled digits into me while making little deep groaning sounds. I could feel my wetness starting to coat his hands, as he plunged now two fingers inside me. He was even more of an expert than the doctor, and I felt the thrill of mastery course through my body.
    ‘What a tight little pussy,’ he murmured to himself, as he started to push harder, thrust deeper into me. My whole body began twitching as he explored me, and with each