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“
Where
’
s
your
bathroom
?
”
“
Down
the
hall
to
the
left
.
”
He
scoops
up
the
other
condom
and
heads
out
of
the
bedroom
.
I
rise
stiffly
and
put
my
sweatpants
back
on
.
They
chafe
a
little
against
my
still
-
smarting
behind
.
I
’
m
so
confused
by
my
reaction
.
I
remember
him
saying
—
I
can
’
t
remember
when
—
that
I
would
feel
so
much
better
after
a
good
hiding
.
How
can
that
be
so
?
I
really
don
’
t
get
it
.
But
strangely
,
I
do
.
I
can
’
t
say
that
I
enjoyed
the
experience
.
In
fact
,
I
would
still
go
a
long
way
to
avoid
it
,
but
now
…
I
have
this
safe
,
weird
,
bathed
in
afterglow
,
sated
feeling
.
I
put
my
head
in
my
hands
.
I
just
don
’
t
understand
.
Christian
reenters
the
room
.
I
can
’
t
look
him
in
the
eye
.
I
stare
down
at
my
hands
.
“
I
found
some
baby
oil
.
Let
me
rub
it
into
your
behind
.
”
What
?
“
No
.
I
’
ll
be
fine
.
”
“
Anastasia
,
”
he
warns
,
and
I
want
to
roll
my
eyes
but
quickly
stop
myself
.
I
stand
facing
the
bed
.
Sitting
beside
me
,
he
gently
pulls
my
sweatpants
down
again
.
Up
and
down
like
whores
’
drawers
,
my
subconscious
remarks
bitterly
.
In
my
head
,
I
tell
her
where
to
go
.
Christian
squirts
baby
oil
into
his
hand
and
then
rubs
my
behind
with
careful
tenderness
—
from
makeup
remover
to
soothing
balm
for
a
spanked
ass
,
who
would
have
thought
it
was
such
a
versatile
liquid
.
“
I
like
my
hands
on
you
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
I
have
to
agree
;
me
,
too
.
“
There
,
”
he
says
when
he
’
s
finished
,
and
he
pulls
my
pants
up
again
.
