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especially since she'd
gotten a Brazilian earlier this week.  There wasn't a single wisp of hair
to give her pussy even the faintest hint of coverage.
    The sudden swat to her backside had her jerking forward, gasping,
at the unexpected blow.  A gentle hand came down on the small of her back,
just underneath the waist cincher.
    "Stay still."
    SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
    It was the first time in her life that she'd been spanked and it
was making her want to moan.  The initial contact hurt, it stung, but as
soon as his hand lifted away, she could feel the warmth on her cheek spreading
straight to her core.  Her pussy contracted every time he spanked her, her
legs wobbling slightly as she struggled to maintain her position.
    Lexie had read books, she'd watched movies, and they'd always
turned her on, but some secret part of her had also worried that maybe she just
liked the idea.  She'd been scared that when she got into position, when
Patrick actually - finally - spanked her, that it would turn her off.  No
such worries at all. 
    Yeah, it hurt, but it hurt so good .  She'd never felt
anything like it.  Her butt was feeling warmer with every blow, it stung a
little bit more with every swat, and yet she wanted to lift her butt up for
more.  Even when tears started to well in her eyes, her body's reaction to
the pain that was starting to flare as he spanked her, she still didn't want
him to stop.  This was what people in the club meant when they talked
about pain and pleasure melding together, the strange high that the mixture
brought with it. 
    It was everything she had dreamed it would be and more.  The
only thing that would make it better was if there was a mirror somewhere so
that she could watch.  She wanted to see Patrick's face, to watch his hand
come down on her ass.  Just thinking about it made her even hotter and
wetter.  She could imagine him doing this and then stepping behind her
fully, fucking her in exactly this position while her ass was still all hot and
red from the spanking.
    Instead, when the blows stopped, he pulled her up and into his
arms.  Lexie sank against him, feeling soft and warm and a little bit
sniffly.  Her eyes were wet with her tears and her bottom was throbbing,
but it was all worth it to be pressed up against Patrick like this after being
spanked by him.  So what if he was wearing a shirt?  She kind of
liked the fact that she was naked and he wasn't.  She especially liked
that she could feel his cock digging into her stomach.  There was no way
he could deny his attraction to her now.
    A little bit of aftercare before the fucking wasn't going to kill
her... and this was nice.  Sweet.  Tender.  Loving.
    Then he ruined it by opening his mouth.  
    "You can't dress like this in the club again, Pixie.  No
showing off those rings while you work for me, do you hear me?  Not
ever."
    Despite his massive erection - and it was definitely massive - his
voice was no longer hot and needy.  It was flat.  Controlled.
 Distant.  Lexie pulled back, pushing at his chest so that he
loosened his arms enough for her to tip her head back and look at him directly
in the face.  Her eyes wide, tears still staining her cheeks.  For a
moment, she thought she saw a flicker of passion again before he shut it down.
    "Is that why you spanked me?" she asked in complete
disbelief.  "For what I'm wearing?"
    He hesitated for just a moment before nodding.
    Damn him.  Damn him to hell and back.  Even if this
really had been a test, he was going to deny it again now.  Deny them.
 Lexie pushed harder at him, her fury rising, and he let her go.  She
almost stumbled back, and he reached out to catch her, but she knocked his hand
away, righting herself on her own.
    Even now, he looked so freaking good.  Tall, imposing,
wearing black leather pants and a dark green t-shirt that clung to his muscles.
 The scar that ran down the side of his face just made him look dangerous,
even though she'd been there