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what happened to forgive you for what you did. You lying … fine piece of man ass …”
    He chuckles and gets up from the bench, too. “But you want this ass as much as I want yours.”
    “Not on your terms, though.”
    “What are your terms then?”
    “I don’t have time for this, Leo. I have to go, like … right now. So, excuse me and maybe I’ll see you later.”
    Right when I’m walking away, Leo yells, “You’d better show up for work, though.”
    Fucker. Even after telling me everything, admitting to me that he lied and acting like an oversexed pig, he still demands that I come work for him.
    I stick up my middle finger while running away.
    The saddest thing is that underneath all the hatred and loathing for his attitude, I actually still have the hots for him. It’s like chocolate fudge cake; it’s bad for you in so many ways, but you just can’t stop eating that motherfucking delicious cake.
    Ever.

Chapter 8
     
     
    When I get home, it’s already past the time Mr. Awesome and I had agreed upon. It might seem stupid that we’d adhere to rules this strongly, but that’s how it works in these kinds of relationships. I have to do what he says. Otherwise, it’s no fun. That’s why I know I’m going to get punished for being late now.
    I only hope it won’t make my toes curl. It’s probably going to be something insanely cruel.
    As I open my phone and sit down on the couch, I quickly unpack my lingerie and struggle to put it on, almost falling nose-first into Doritos salsa that I left on the table before leaving the house. It smells so good that I take another bite before opening up the app.
     
    S: I’m back!
     
    It doesn’t take him long to reply.
     
    Mr. Awesome: You’re late. Punishment is due.
    S: I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again!
    Mr. Awesome: I accept your apology, but you will still be punished. One strike for each minute. Grab a soft brush and hit that ass. Send me pictures as proof. I want it red and swollen.
    S: Yes, Sir.
     
    Sighing, I close the app. I shouldn’t be upset because hey, I love spankings, even though I have to do it myself. I’m just disappointed that I couldn’t make it in time, and … you know, please him. I’m sorry, that’s just what I like … no, wait, I’m not sorry for being who I am. I love pleasing Mr. Awesome because he gives me pleasure in return. It’s a mutual relationship of give and take, nothing to be ashamed about.
    Too bad I can only share it with him on the phone and not in real life.
    I grab my brush and position myself over the couch in a way that I can spank myself. It hits quite hard and firm but nice. It isn’t supposed to be nice, I’m trying to remind myself. This is for not paying attention to the time, which I’m doing right now. One strike for each minute passed, which is fifteen. It’s not hard, but by the time I’m done, my ass is sore and sizzles when I try to sit down.
     
    S: I’ve completed the task, Sir.
    Mr. Awesome: Pictures.
     
    I lean back and take a few photos of my ass in the new lingerie, hoping it’s visible that I got quite a few good hits. When I look at the pictures, one of them clearly shows a red, plump ass and an exact mark of where the brush landed. It looks like it would hurt a lot, but the excitement is bigger than the pain I feel.
    I send him the picture.
     
    Mr. Awesome: Well done, Princess. Did it hurt?
    S: Yes, but I quite liked it, actually.
    Mr. Awesome: You know that’s not the goal.
    S: Yes, Sir. I can’t help myself. This just adds to the teasing.
    Mr. Awesome: All right, I will extend your punishment then.
     
    I frown. What is he doing?
     
    S: Why?
    Mr. Awesome: Tsk, no back talking. Behave, Princess.
    S: Sorry, Sir. I just don’t understand.
    Mr. Awesome: I know I said we would have playtime, but I feel like your punishment should last a little longer. I don’t want you to enjoy it. I want it to be aggravating, so you learn not to do it again.
    S: What do you propose