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“
Will
you
do
it
again
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
I
will
spank
you
each
time
you
do
it
,
do
you
understand
?
”
Very
slowly
,
he
pulls
down
my
sweatpants
.
Oh
,
how
demeaning
is
this
?
Demeaning
and
scary
and
hot
.
He
’
s
making
such
a
meal
of
this
.
My
heart
is
in
my
mouth
.
I
can
barely
breathe
.
Shit
,
is
this
going
to
hurt
?
He
places
his
hand
on
my
naked
behind
,
softly
fondling
me
,
stroking
around
and
around
with
his
flat
palm
.
And
then
his
hand
is
no
longer
there
…
and
he
hits
me
—
hard
.
Ow
!
My
eyes
spring
open
in
response
to
the
pain
,
and
I
try
to
rise
,
but
his
hand
moves
between
my
shoulder
blades
,
keeping
me
down
.
He
caresses
me
again
where
he
’
s
hit
me
,
and
his
breathing
’
s
changed
—
it
’
s
louder
,
harsher
.
He
hits
me
again
and
again
,
quickly
in
succession
.
Holy
fuck
it
hurts
.
I
make
no
sound
,
my
face
screwed
up
against
the
pain
.
I
try
to
wriggle
away
from
the
blows
—
spurred
on
by
adrenaline
spiking
and
coursing
through
my
body
.
“
Keep
still
,
”
he
growls
,
“
or
I
’
ll
spank
you
for
longer
.
”
He
’
s
rubbing
me
now
,
and
the
blow
follows
.
A
rhythmic
pattern
emerges
:
caress
,
fondle
,
hard
slap
.
I
have
to
concentrate
to
handle
this
pain
.
My
mind
empties
as
I
endeavor
to
absorb
the
grueling
sensation
.
He
doesn
’
t
hit
me
in
the
same
place
twice
in
succession
—
he
’
s
spreading
the
pain
.
“
Aargh
!
”
I
cry
out
on
the
tenth
slap
—
and
I
’
m
unaware
that
I
have
been
mentally
counting
the
blows
.
“
I
’
m
just
getting
warmed
up
.
”
