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her tongue.
    “I don’t know how,” she whined, biting her lip when the edge
of his thumb grazed the lips of her sex. He lingered, gauging her reaction as
he rubbed in an agonizingly measured path, but never letting the tip slide
between them. Selene squirmed, praying that he would allow her some small
release. Immediately he took his hand away and she groaned, lamenting the loss
of his warmth. Then just as suddenly, it landed on her backside with an audible
slap. At first she was shocked by the sting, then by the humiliation. Then a
most curious feeling of warmth began to blossom under his palm, spreading
outward until it reached the apex of her thighs.
    “Say it, Selene. ‘Please spank me, sir.’ I know you can say
it, pet. Tell me what you want.” Before she could reply he swatted her again,
this time a bit harder than the last. The blow landed in almost exactly the
same spot, heating it up and making the skin blush with the impact. “Please,
sir, spank me,” he prompted.
    “Please,” Selene whispered.
    Another blow landed, this time on the other cheek. “Please
what?” Julian’s hand, large and sinuous, rested against her backside, rubbing
gently as if to massage the stinging sensation into the flesh. It was an exquisite
blend of pleasure and pain. She could feel the tiny petals encasing her sex
swell as blood rushed to the surface, making it tingle. It was an itch that she
desperately wanted to scratch, but all she could do was press her body against
his lap and pray that he wouldn’t notice.
    “Please, sir…” she whined, her hair falling in thick
cascades across her cheek, hiding the blazing blush that had risen there.
“Please, sir,” she began, and then in a low whisper, “spank me.”
    Julian purred. The words were an aphrodisiac. Instantly
Selene could feel his cock, resting beneath her midsection, coming to life. For
a moment she wanted nothing more than to slide from his lap and take the warm
and throbbing bit of flesh into her mouth, but his grip around her waist was
tight. He wouldn’t be letting her go any time soon. In fact, before she could
brace herself, he unleashed a torrent of slaps, raining them down in rapid
succession over her upturned backside. Slap! Slap! The sound echoed in the
silence of the room, underscored by the rumble of thunder outside and Selene’s
gasps. She was breathing heavily, unsure how much more she could take without
crying out. Mercifully he stopped, pausing until she relaxed. Her whimpers
turned to groans as the tips of his fingers feathered against the heated flesh.
She pressed her forehead against the coverlet, thankful for its cool surface.
After a few moments, his palm rested on the curve of her bottom then began to
knead roughly. “Your skin is so smooth, Selene. And now so hot. I rather like
it this way, love,” Julian breathed. She sobbed, taking big gulps of air and
squirming away. “Shhh…there, there,” he whispered. “Is it so very bad, pet?”
The pads of his fingers slid along the curved globe above her thighs until they
reached the apex between them. The heat of her warmed backside had prompted her
to open her legs slightly so that her sex peeked out from between them. The
lips of her sex felt swollen with arousal and Julian rumbled deep down in his
throat as he fingered them lightly. Again Selene groaned, an involuntary
movement forcing her backward toward his caress. She wanted more, but the words
swum in her head, mingling with the cloudy mist of arousal. Slowly his fingers
pushed between the moistened folds of her sex and slid back and forth. She was
slick and wanting. She moaned again, her thighs falling farther apart as her
body begged him to go on. A single finger pressed fully inside, past the tight
inner petals, seeking out the source of her femininity. Selene could feel how
easily he slipped inside, how the moisture had already begun to drip with an
agonizing viscosity down the insides of her thighs. Though she struggled, it
was