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shy and daring all at once; how was it possible, I wondered, that Randall could have such an effect on me within only hours of having met him?
     
    “I thought you said you were flexible,” I said, batting my eyelashes slightly at him. Randall laughed, giving my breasts a squeeze.
     
    “I am flexible. I could let you choose your punishment.” One of his hands dropped down from my breast and slipped in between my legs, rubbing me through the thin lace of my panties. “But I think we both know that you’re not against the idea of punishment altogether.” I could feel how wet my pussy was already—still, in fact; I had never ceased being aroused since Randall had first dared me to take my panties off under the table. Randall kissed me quickly, touching me everywhere all at once, and I moaned, twisting and arching into his caresses.
     
    “What are my choices?” I asked, my voice sounding breathless to my own ears. Randall broke away from me, letting his gaze travel over my body slowly as he considered.
     
    “I could torture you with bringing you to the very edge of orgasm over and over and over again until you received permission from me to come, or I could give you a thorough spanking and then—in both cases—allow you to make up for your indecorous behavior.” I smiled, thinking that both options sounded equally thrilling; I had never let a boyfriend spank me before, but this wasn’t a boyfriend—it was a wealthy man who I was having a one-night fling with. The prospect of being spanked by him set my heart pounding, but I wasn’t sure whether or not I was ready for it. My pussy was soaking wet as I imagined both punishments, and Randall was watching me expectantly, his bright eyes full of lust. “Make up your mind, Jasmine… I won’t wait forever.” I blushed, trying to decide on a course of action—on what I preferred.
     
    “The first one sounds like something I could withstand better,” I replied, rejecting the spanking not because it didn’t appeal to me—it certainly did—but because I didn’t know if I was ready for it; it seemed like something that I shouldn’t agree to on a first date—on an only date, as far as I knew it to be thus far. Randall smirked.
     
    “We’ll see how you feel about that when we’re done.” He closed the distance between us once more, kissing me hungrily and running his hands all over my body. Randall reached around to my back and unhooked my bra, guiding it away from my chest and dropping it on the floor unceremoniously. He stepped back from me, loosening his tie and unknotting it, pulling it free of his collar. I was too fascinated to resist as he pushed my hands around to my back and wrapped the tie around my wrists, tightening it until I was thoroughly bound. “You are so gorgeous, my dear.” Randall tugged my panties down over my hips, pulling them along my legs and letting me step out of them.
     
    Randall pressed the heel of his palm against my pussy, rubbing me slowly and thoroughly. My arms trapped behind me, I squirmed, tingles of pleasure running through my body from my clit with every movement of Randall’s hand. “Do you remember why I’m punishing you?” Randall asked me, his fingers slipping along my slick folds until he found my clit. I gasped as he stroked it firmly, making me even wetter than I was before.
     
    “Because… because… I was poorly behaved?” I said, not remembering what specific circumstance Randall had suggested my punishment under. Randall smiled slowly.
     
    “Very poorly behaved. So much so that I am tempted to spank you anyway.” My arms were going slightly numb, but I didn’t care. Randall withdrew his fingers from my pussy and teased my nipples, twisting and rolling them until they were hardened nubs, making me moan out loud. “It’s such a shame I wasn’t able to enjoy your noises before,” he said with a little smile, giving one of my nipples a savage pinch that made me cry out. Randall led me to the