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turn the whole, poor thing into a glowing place of pain, but then he returned to the middle, and she had to throw her right hand back to try to stop the punishment just for a moment.
    “Never do that, Sally,” Mark said, grabbing that hand and pinning it at her waist with his own left hand, and then resuming the spanking in the same place and making her cry out. “It’s your first time, so I won’t punish you extra for it, but next time I most certainly will.”
    At that thought, and at the pain of the spanking, she started to squirm over his lap. “It hurts so much!”
    But Mark wrapped his left arm around her waist, held her bottom still, and kept spanking her, even as she kicked her legs.
    “You’re going to learn to be a good girl for your spankings, Sally,” he said. “Or you’re going to spend a lot more time over my lap.”
    Finally, she quieted her legs, and Mark gave her one last sharp spank.
    “There,” he said. “We’re done.”
    Sally tried to rise, but Mark said, “You’ll stay over my lap for a little bit now, Sally.”
    “Why?” Sally whimpered. Mark didn’t answer in words; instead he began to rub her bottom very gently. “Oh!” Sally cried softly into the comforter.
    Finally Mark said, “It’s the beginning of aftercare.”
    “What’s that?” Whatever it was, it was lovely, although it also seemed, well, very improper.
    “It’s the most important part of loving discipline,” Mark said.
    “Did John do this to Carol, after he whipped her?”
    “Not right then, because I was there, but he said they would have aftercare when I left, and Carol said that if I ever spanked a girl I should remember that aftercare is the most important part.”
    “But since no one else is here…”
    “Mm-hmm,” Mark said, rubbing just a tiny bit more firmly.
    “Oh, Mark… I’m not sure… I mean, it feels so good, but…” Sally gave a helpless little moan. It felt much too good, and suddenly she knew that this loving discipline thing had an element that made it appropriate only for couples who had been together for a while—that is, who had been really intimate. She wasn’t sure it was something that should happen on a second date.
    She had plenty of friends who had been really intimate (which was what Sally called sex, to herself) on first dates, but along with everything else that she wanted to keep old-fashioned, she had told herself that she wouldn’t consider it until she and Mark had been together for at least a month. She wasn’t a prude, and right now she definitely thought that Mark could well be the right boy to be really intimate with for her first time, but the feelings the aftercare was awakening in her just seemed too strong, and too soon.
    Mark shifted a little bit on the bed, and he gave a little grunting gasp that sounded rather like her own whimper at his touch. Was he… hard? Sally felt herself blush.
    He took her whole, glowing bottom in his hand now, and Sally felt like the gesture meant something very specific: for him to hold her that way, after spanking her and rubbing her there, meant… well, it meant that Sally’s bottom belonged to him, somehow.
    She loved it—but she also felt like she needed to think, and to sort through her emotions, and she was just beginning to feel a little alarm, when Mark abruptly pulled her panties back up and her skirt back down.
    “Stand up,” he said softly. Sally obeyed, a little confused, and then Mark took her into his arms, holding her very close. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair. “I got carried away.”
    Sally felt her mouth open in surprise. “What? What do you mean?”
    “I shouldn’t have spanked you so hard, and I shouldn’t have rubbed your bottom like that.”
    “Oh.” She thought for a moment about whether to tell him what she was thinking. Somehow, to tell him felt like she would be going even faster than if he had done the thing she had secretly wanted him to do, and moved his fingers down inside