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time on her right thigh.
    Though she had intended to remain still and calmly take anything he gave, she flailed about. Each motion jerked her breasts, increasing the agony in her nipples.
    He shocked her by moving her onto her side so that she was facing him. The position changed the angle of his impact.
    For self-preservation, she curled against him. The dichotomy awed her—she was seeking stability from his body while he mercilessly beat her.
    “Your ass was made for this,” he told her.
    He rained painful spanks across her rear. She drank in great gulps of air, trying to reach a peaceful space deep inside her head. Normally when she received this kind of physical stimulation, she was able to exult in it. David—the Dom—didn’t afford her that luxury. His smacks were random, some horrible, others almost gentle. He didn’t pause between them. Instead he blazed them everywhere, keeping her on edge. Her brain couldn’t process the information fast enough to figure out where he was going to strike next. She was wading in darkened waters, yet she didn’t want to end it.
    He spanked the tender flesh below her buttocks. The force jolted her. The weights jangled together and she was assaulted by gripping pain. As a way to centre herself, she tried to count the hits, but she was unable to. This man brought determination to everything he did.
    Almost without her noticing, he slowed down the number of spanks.
    Warmth bathed her body.
    David sat her up and drew her against his chest. Her limbs felt numb, so when he placed her head against his shoulder, she didn’t protest.
    He stroked her hair and said words that sounded nonsensical.
    She heard the steady thud of his heart, and it gave her comfort.
    “I’m going to take off the clamps,” he told her. “Hopefully your nipples are sore enough that my touching them later will hurt.”
    He cupped her right breast tightly and parted the rubber-tipped clamp. He pinched her nipple and squeezed it several times, allowing circulation to return by measures.
    “Ah… Thank you, Mr Tomlinson.” Often her Doms released the clamps and allowed blood to rush back in painfully.
    He repeated the process with the other side.
    By the time he finished, she was holding herself away from him a bit.
    “How was your spanking?”
    She gazed into his eyes. This was somehow more intimate than having her pussy exposed to him. She inhaled his scent.
    His chest was more than broad, it was inviting. The HM band emphasised the ripple of his biceps. If she were the type of woman to lean on a man, she’d be tempted to rest against him again.
    As he had earlier, he pushed hair back from her face. His eyebrows were furrowed. She fought an insane urge to smooth his forehead. Instead she clasped her hands together. “Fine, Mr Tomlinson,” she said.
    “Fine?”
    Remembering he’d mentioned protocols earlier, she added, “Thank you for your attention.”
    “You wouldn’t be punished for that omission since I hadn’t instructed you beforehand. Rules must be understood ahead of time. Still, good manners are always appropriate behaviour. Continue about the spanking.”
    “I haven’t experienced anything quite like it.”
    “In what way?”
    “I’ve never had a punishment, only a scene.”
    “I told you I’ve imagined having you over my knee. And it wasn’t erotic and meant to get you off, but it was far from punitive.”
    “Mr Tomlinson?”
    “We don’t have a permanent relationship. Therefore, I am not in the position to mete our actual punishment. This spanking wasn’t delivered with the idea of correcting persistent or offensive behaviour. Well, maybe the offensive behaviour.” His quick smile took any sting from his words. “If I had punished you, you would have known it. There would have been no pleasure in it at all.”
    “So…”
    “It was more of a test, than anything.”
    She frowned.
    “I wanted to gauge your reactions, see what you disliked, what you liked, notice how your