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readjusted his clothing. He stroked the side of her face and cupped her jaw in his palm.
You re incredible. He wrapped his hands around shoulders and lifted her. I want
you to stand, I ll help you.
His voice was rough with passion and it was like gasoline to her already overheated
system. She was thankful she still had on panties, no matter how skimpy they might be,
because otherwise the proof of her arousal would soon be running down her thighs.
His calloused hands were gentle as he wrapped them around her waist and moved
her into position next to him. Lean forward and lay down. Time for your over-the-knee
spanking.
She d had trouble keeping her balance with her hands buckled together and her jeans
tight around her thighs, but as his words registered, the trembling became Richter-scale
measurable and she stumbled, nearly falling.
Adam tightened his grip on her waist. I ve got you.
Why can t I take my jeans off? she asked, flustered and frustrated.
Why do you want to? He sounded amused.
Because they re uncomfortable. I can t move very well. And having her pants
around her thighs like this made her feel wicked and wanton and shameful for liking it.
He chuckled. Not being able to move very well is the point of cuffs and restraints.
He settled her across his lap and stretched her arms above her head. How does it make
you feel, knowing if anyone saw you right now they d know exactly what s going on?
Your hands are bound, you re laying across my lap with your pants partway down, your
ass is exposed by the thong you re wearing. You re obviously about to get your ass
spanked.
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She shuddered and clenched her thighs tightly together. How could his words affect
her as much as a physical touch? No one would see them. The doors were locked and the
track was basically deserted, but the idea of it sent butterflies rushing through her
stomach and it became a struggle to breathe.
His rough hands stroked the heated flesh of her back and ass. Tell me. How does it
make you feel?
Hot. It was the only word that came to mind and she only trusted her voice to
speak short, single syllable words.
I have waited what seems like a lifetime to get my hands on you. I can t even begin
to tell you how incredible you are. Your hands stretched above your head like this shows
off the muscle definition in your shoulders and back. Seemingly talking to himself more
than to her, his voice grew huskier and deeper.
Her body continued to respond to his words, pleased he found her beautiful and
desirable.
As his hands kneaded and stroked her flesh, she began to writhe. In the dark recesses
of her mind a voice whispered yes, punishment, but unable to contemplate the ridiculous
nature of that thought, she focused on the obvious. She needed his touch. Her clit was
swollen and throbbed, the flood of arousal had to be soaking through her panties, her
sensitive nipples were being scratched by the rough fabric of the sofa and she was
burning up from the inside out.
Incredible, he mumbled as he rubbed his hand over first one cheek followed by the
other. One hand stroked up her spine to her shoulders as the other continued to caress her
ass.
Suddenly, Whack!
Shocked, she tried to jump as heat shot through her, but the hand on her back held
her firmly in place. Ow. Shit, that hurt.
It was supposed to. That s why it s called punishment. He didn t exactly chuckle
but she heard his amusement.
Whack!
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This time the blow landed on her other cheek. Before she could react, the hand on
her back began smoothing its way down her spine, while the hand inflicting the pain
dropped and began massaging her clit through the fabric of her panties. Unable to decide
if she wanted to yell or purr, she settled for something in between. How could this feel
good and bad, right and wrong?
He began to work her in earnest. Blow after blow landed on first one cheek, then the
other, followed by the incredible stroking that brought her closer and closer to climax. It
was a steady rhythm pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure.
The sensations swirled into a whirlpool and she began to drown in it. In this state
everything morphed and changed. Her ass burned, but it felt good. She teetered on the
elusive edge of an orgasm, but it wouldn t come. Her nipples ached and screamed for
Adam s touch, but instead of being massaged, they were scratched by the rough fabric of
the sofa.
In her mind, she was no longer being spanked for the yellow T-shirt but instead for
all the guilt she carried around. For allowing Jared to take her against her will and
causing her to bury a basic part of her nature. For not saving her father. For not paying
close enough attention to her mother recently and for allowing Amber to get hurt.
Some deeply imbedded dam broke wide open and a sob broke free from her throat as
tears streamed from her eyes and collected in the silk blindfold.
That s it, sweetheart, Adam said, as he gently stroked her legs, back and ass. He
murmured soft words of encouragement as he turned her over, pulled off the blindfold
and cradled her in his lap. Let it all go.
What a bizarre mix of emotions and sensations. Her ass was on fire from a spanking
that had also aroused and left her desperate for an orgasm. She d experienced a
tremendous release, not of a sexual nature, and at this moment felt more cared for than
she ever had.
When the tears stopped and she d settled down, Adam said, I m going to help you
stand and pull off your jeans. The tenderness in his tone, and the depth of love in his
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eyes caused her fragile state to deteriorate and she had to fight the urge to start crying all
over again.
He helped her stand. Rest your hands on my shoulder, I ve got you. She stood in
place while he tugged her jeans and panties down her legs. Lift your leg, he said,
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