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shook with frustration. “Damn it.”
    “Your pain and pleasure belong to your Doms. And you need to express your gratitude for both,” Master Rafael said harshly. Was there no end to his demands? She was supposed to thank them for spanking her and for playing with her just long enough to push her to the brink? She had no idea who’d tortured her. She only knew she couldn’t win. “Thank you, Sirs.”
    “She’s a quick study.”
    Master Eric had spoken to Master Rafael, talking about her as if she were not there. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say something so remained silent.
    She heard footsteps, then moments later Master Rafael crouched in front of her. He dug his left hand into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to meet his penetrating gaze. The man overwhelmed her.
    He held his hand up, showing her the moisture glistening on his finger. “Lick my finger clean.”
    The dirtiness of the suggestion nearly made her come. She’d read about things like that, but she’d never experienced anything close. “Sir?”
    “Have you tasted your pussy juices?”
    She shook her head.
    “You were instructed to speak clearly and firmly.”
    “No, Sir.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve never tasted my pussy juices.”
    “Until now.”
    “Until now,” she repeated.
    “Open your mouth.”
    She did. He stuck his finger inside, and she closed her mouth and sucked on his finger.
    “You like being spanked.”
    She nodded.
    “Good. Now you’ll take the other two strokes.” He withdrew his finger.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “Good sub.” He released his hold on her hair and stood. “Back into position.”
    Moments later he was out of view again.
    They’d given her enough time to recover. Her breathing was almost normal by the time she grabbed hold of the table legs. She was more prepared for the spanking this time. She knew it would hurt and also knew she could take it.
    Her shoe blazed against her exposed ass.
    She cried out, even though she’d told herself she was prepared for the stroke. In reality there was no preparing for Master Eric’s punishment.
    He’d landed it on her left buttock, making sure, evidently, that both were equally abused.
    She took several ragged breaths. “Thank you, Sir.”
    “How many more, sub?”
    “One, Sir.” Nothing could make her forget to count down the promised strokes.
    “Why did I add the last one?”
    “So I would remember to address you correctly, Master Eric.”
    Time dragged, seconds ticking into minutes. She kept her buttocks clenched, as if that might help lessen the pain of the impact.
    Not knowing when it was coming or where it would land unnerved her.
    She heard sounds but didn’t dare look over her shoulder.
    Then she felt a firm touch on her lower back.
    She heard another sound and realised her thong was being cut away with no regard to how much the wisp of fabric had cost.
    Suddenly she was completely exposed.
    “Spread your legs wide, sub,” Master Eric said.
    Oh God, no. He wouldn’t… She couldn’t…
    “Expose your cunt,” he demanded.
    “Does Master Eric need to repeat his command?” Master Rafael asked. His tone was unyielding.
    If he did, she suspected the men would add at least another stroke to the punishment.
    With agonising slowness, she scooted back a bit and opened her legs wider. One of the men played with her again. Within seconds, her pussy had moistened as fear receded.
    “Ask for it,” Master Eric prompted.
    “I…”
    “Ask Master Eric to spank your pussy.”
    “Don’t…” she pleaded.
    Master Rafael was relentless. “Use your safe word or ask Master Eric to deliver a blow to your pussy. Now.”
    She could hardly string two thoughts together. She was terrified yet she wanted the experience.
    For a moment she considered using her safe word. She wasn’t sure she was brave enough to continue.
    Suddenly she wanted it. Desire was stronger than her fear. “Please, Master Eric, spank my pussy.”
    “Good