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exquisite.
    Melting with weakness, yet completely enraptured, she let her Master arrange her across the bar. His movements were neat and methodical, almost impersonal, and in moments she was cuffed and secured. Her belly was pressed tightly against the red velvet upholstery and each wrist was buckled firmly to an upright. At first she was surprised that her legs were left unfettered, but then she realized that her panties confined her as effectively as a set of manacles, forcing her to part her thighs to a precise, revealing distance so the black lace garment slipped no further than her knees.
    Mary-Anne felt fearful and defenseless, yet drenched in a strange sense of peace. There was nothing she could do, nothing she had to do, nothing she wanted to do. Her master had relieved her of all responsibility, and the heavy weight of choice. Life was very simple, very clear to her now; there was no decision to make, she only had to submit, and hurt.
    And hurt she would.
    "I will punish you now, with this," her Master said calmly, holding the familiar ruler before her blurring eyes. It different now, somehow; heavier, gleaming as if he'd polished it, strangely innocuous yet almost sentient with menace. "It will be extremely painful, and you may cry out if you wish to. In fact, I encourage it... But I will not stop until I've administered six hard strokes." He paused then, his cool hand delicately brushing her shoulder, then her throat, and then her jaw, as he raised her blushing face so he could see it. "And after that... Well, we'll have to see what happens afterwards, won't we?"
    With that he stepped away from her, behind her, and made ready. Mary-Anne could hear the sibilant swish of the thick ruler as he tested its flight through the air, and its passage seemed to cut her fear in two. She felt ready, accepting, perfectly willing, her peacefulness so deep it glowed in her heart like a radiant light.
    She'd never felt happier in her life. Never more in the right place and with the right person.
    Then the first blow fell and she screamed, the sound high and thin.
    "One," her Master intoned solemnly, while her bottom blazed along a wide, blinding line. White lights danced behind Mary-Anne's closed eyes, and she could hear a voice - hers - keening and whining like banshee or a mad thing. She tried to quiet down, but her mouth wouldn't obey.
    "Two." The pain came again, like a cable laid across her, shooting six hundred thousand volts through each soft cheek.
    "No! No! No!" she whimpered.
    Then heard "Three" as the next stroke whistled down.
    The pain was deeper each time: more solid, more biting, more intense. Four and five seemed to merge into one mass, and when six came, she no longer had breath to scream, but whispered "Master... oh Master... oh Master..." as her bottom leapt and danced, her lower limbs no longer under her control.
    The agony in her flesh didn't seem to diminish as the moments passed, it simply seemed to alter in its quality. From bright, piercing brilliance, it damped down to a heavy pounding throb. As it wound through her senses, Mary Anne found her perceptions sharpened and intensified. She could smell her Master's fresh, lemony cologne through the pungency of her own scents, and beneath she detected the faint odor of his sweat. On the highly polished floor, she could see a shadow moving slowly yet revealingly - a dark silhouette that seemed to merge and blend with hers. She heard sounds, crystal clear sounds; heavy male breathing, a sliding zip, a tiny gasp.
    Finally, and wonderfully, strong hands clasped her bottom, and as the torture flared, she welcomed its flaming kiss. She was lifted, adjusted, and painfully maneuvered. Her panties were ripped, yes, ripped from around her thighs, and then something hard, imperious and latex-clad probed her pussy.
    I love you , Mary-Anne's mind whispered as her melting body opened. She smiled in an ecstasy of joy as he forged into her, thick and imposing, shoving hard in