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ever come up with in her mind.
    Dressing, she went to her car and drove to downtown Tempe to check out some things. She fell in love with her new home away from home at first sight. Within two hours of time, she felt as if she had lived, died, and been reborn.
    The sky was the limit, just like the old cliché noted.
    So Blair became acquainted with downtown Tempe and the nearby Arizona State Campus. Classes were about to start for the year, and the air was ripe with many combined vibrations. All sorts of people from all over the world had come to learn a multitude of different things. With this would come many new experiences for a girl such as herself, but no matter how she considered them, she was unable to shake the twisted fantasy that had crept into her in the isolated bed chamber. She knew before the night was over, she would do it again. While there were men and even women all over the place for the asking, she was not yet ready. Sex on her own was, at least for the moment, her preference.
    Once back at the pad, she made a fast dinner for herself and thought of going to the apartment pool before it shut for the evening, but she thought better of it. Inside, she knew what she really wanted to do. There was nothing to stop her from stripping off her clothes and regressing to what she had done earlier in the privacy of her new bedroom.
    Only as she made herself naked again did she think of the neighbor, who was still a faceless man in his own right. He had tried to visit and been ignored for obvious reasons, but was it not rude of her to put off the inevitable? It would have been better to go ring his own bell and make an introduction, as it was still early and the lights were on, but she had better things to do.
    Once again, she was bare on the bed and fingering herself. Nothing now could prevent her from heading to an adult book store to buy a dildo or vibrator, as for certain, she had no fear of being seen. Fingers, however, worked well for her. They were her old friends and they did not let her down.
    This time she did it in different positions, shifting from on her back as before to doggie style and on her side. Again, her insides churned and she groaned with pleasure, increasing with the speed of her own self-inflicted thrusts deep within. It was then the dark fantasy returned.
    She was stretched out across the lap of the faceless man. Her pants were down, but her panties were up, so she was afforded at least partial protection from the blows she knew would come.
    “You’ve been fingering yourself!” the faceless man’s voice bellowed, which was odd, as he had no face to speak out of. “You are a bad girl, and you’re going to learn your lesson!”
    The lesson consisted of some twenty smashes against her ass cheeks, which brought a new wave of pain as each blow came down. Though her ass was burning, she knew there was more to go and she protested aloud while inside, her brain screamed for this never to stop.
    Suddenly, she felt a rough pull and her panties were down off her posterior.
    “No,” she pleaded. “Why are you taking them down?”
    “This isn’t hurting you enough,” came the angry voice.
    “Yes, it is,” she protested. “It’s hurting a lot!”
    “You’re really red,” the faceless man informed her. “You’re gonna be a lot more red before I’m done!”
    The spanking man’s prophecy proved true, as he continued to strike against her unprotected flesh, now uncovered to receive every painful blow.
    “This is what you get,” he kept saying. “This is what you get.”
    The tears started to flow over Blair’s face as she was held down to receive the full extent of her discipline, yet with every painful slap, she found herself coming closer and closer to orgasm. She was unsure whether her cries were ones of agony or ecstasy. Her ass, however, was burning as if someone held a blow torch to it, and she knew in fact, as predicted, she was going to be very red.
    Again, she screamed and