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slender muscles of her biceps twitching. She was still holding back, challenging him even.
    He sat down on the bed again, his heart pounding in his chest. “Lay over my lap Elira.”
    You are the lowest of the low. This was only for her.
    It still is.
    He jerked his head back, startled, for the last thought was not his own.
    She did as he required, and he was unsuccessful in stifling the sigh elicited by the blissful sensation of a soft, yielding female body laid across his hard thighs. It was heavenly, and the view was even better.
    He sometimes just made Mara lie there quietly for long minutes, while he devoured her with his gaze, wanting to look everywhere at once. Savoring the fact that he didn’t have to; he could take as long as he wanted. And he had.
    He stroked the curves of Elira’s broad, plump buttocks, turning his hand to run his knuckles over her paleness, making her skin break out in goose-flesh. He traced the bewitching twin dimples just below her waist. His fingertips wandered down the crevice of her buttocks, delving into that dark valley. His hand clenched a generous cheek hard, claiming it as he scored the creamy flesh of the other cheek with gentle fingernails; just a light scratching, the feel of her softness under his hands wonderful.
    Then he spanked her, the sound a jarring crack in the dim, quiet room. She tensed at the pain, but stayed silent. Just as he liked. He slapped each buttock in turn, leaving plenty of time between blows for Elira to feel them. He laid a hard slap to the base of one luscious cheek, and she clenched with a hiss.
    “Loosen them Elira. More - good.”
    Her buttocks relaxed as his hand-prints continued to bloom on the smooth, white canvas.
    SMACK
    A mewling, and she reached back to rub her bottom. He caught her wrist in his hand and pinned it to the small of her back.
    “That’s not allowed girl.”
    “Hurts!” Her voice was far away, strange.
    “It’s supposed to hurt Elira,” he said, delivering another crack to the far cheek, sending the lush flesh wobbling. So lovely.
    Mara had had a difficult time with spanking at first. She’d never been spanked as a child, and it was a true shock to her when Jacob had first pulled her over his lap. He’d introduced her to it slowly, showing her that it wasn’t all about pain. His obsessive, exploratory preamble would usually have her writhing with need, his knowing hands awakening her to both the pleasure and the pain of a spanking between a Dominant and his submissive. She’d come to love it, most of all because of the loving (and otherwise) attention he paid to her. He’d taught her, to their mutual delight, that ‘a spanking’, was a lot more than just a spanking!
    He quickened the pace, cracking repeated slaps to the bottom of both cheeks, and Elira’s stoicism broke. She cried out at each blow, her struggling becoming more urgent. When her generous bottom was a suitable shade of red, Jacob peppered the backs of her thighs with crisp slaps as well, her keening raising another octave at the harsher sting.
    His cock was insistent, digging into her hip, the throbbing becoming impossible to ignore. He moved her off of his lap, taking that simple male pleasure in handling her slight body with such ease. Jacob moved her up the bed to have her kneel on all fours, her head resting on the mattress, that glorious, round ass on mouthwatering display. Her ragged breath was beginning to even as she waited, prostrate. He knelt behind her a moment, and just enjoyed the sight of a well-chastised bottom. Such feminine perfection he’d rarely ever seen.
    His wife had loved that position for the intense pleasure it brought her, his deep strokes taking her breath away. But more than that, it just made her feel...vulnerable. It was the position she felt a Master should take his slave in, and though they seemingly tried every position known to man, it was always a favorite for them both.
    He grasped each of Elira’s delicate wrists and