“
Wordlessly, he continues spanking, finding a rhythm.
I gasp, breathing in muffled sobs as prickling sensation turns to searing pain.
“I won’t, sir,” I whimper, defeated.
I give a ragged cry as he smacks me one last time.
“You’re sure?” he asks, steadying his hand on my stinging skin. “Because I can do this all night.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, voice shaking.
At that, his touch softens. He presses his hand against my warm skin, rubbing slow, grounding circles along the curve of my hip.
He leans
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― Lowered Lashes
― Lowered Lashes
“
The greater good’ is the cream cheese icing on a crap cake — spread thick by those wielding the spatula as a weapon to hide the stench beneath. Many will take a bite, only realizing too late what they’re being fed.
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