“Crawl.” My mind went blank. “What?” Joseph stood and pulled on the belt. “Crawl.” No part of me found this sexy. It was demeaning. “No.” When I tried to get off my knees, a hand locked on my shoulder and kept me down. “No? Did I ask if you wanted to crawl or did I tell you to do it?” “I’m not going to—” He spanked me, and with the plug still inside, I felt the impact both inside and out. This was the first moment I’d been overwhelmed by his domination. “I gave you a command. Obey. You can’t crawl twenty goddamn feet?” The longer I was on my hands and knees, the more nervous I got. “I’m not a
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