I swallowed hard.

I knew it!

A spanking.

My poor body was still aching from the whipping.

But I'd agreed, hadn't I, to take it all… so I had no cause to complain.

I had to live up to my part of the bargain.

There was just no other way!

So I braced myself, knowing that in my stockings and high heels, I must have looked gorgeous!

How many men would have given their balls for a shot at me like this?

But it was always the ones who didn't have to give anything who got the most…

I was his prize…

I'd let him pick me right up from the bar, and bring me to his… to his dungeon!

And here I was…

Ready and unable to do anything about it. I only hoped he didn't hurt me very much. "You're going to get a spanking," he said to me, in his strict, yet somehow becalming voice. "You've been bad and you need it."

"God…"

I was groaning, and he knew it. He knew he had me.

"I promise, I won't stop until you beg me to…"

Strange kind of vow!

Now, he took his hand off my ass and I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut.

Here it comes, I told myself!

Smaaackkk!

Smaccckkk!

Smacckkk!

Smackkkkk!!!

Two solid blows to each of my cheeks, leaving me trembling with pain.

He knew how to use his bare hands, how to make flesh slap against flesh so that it hurt more than anything in the world.

He was incredible!

He was really giving it to me, and I was taking it…

I was taking it as good as I could…

With no choice in the matter at all…

What could I do?

What?

"Ohhhhh…"

"Yeah… right… fake it…"

Slaaaappp!!!

Slaaaaappp!!!

Whhhaaacckkkkkk!!!