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break. Nod that you understand.”
    Sam lifted her head off of the head rest and nodded before laying her cheek back down and watching in the mirror as Ethan walked around behind her.
    The first stroke started at the top of her right ass cheek and went down diagonally to her left thigh. The second stroke came almost immediately after and was a mirror image of the first. Instead of screaming, she sucked air in, making a horrible screeching sound as she did. He let her get her breath and then walked to the side and struck so the tips set her right ass cheek on fire in little points all over, and the strands make her left ass cheek feel as if lines of fire had been dragged along it. He walked to the other side and did the same, again in a perfect mirror image. He was good, and she could take this. It hurt, but it was a delicious pain she welcomed with open arms.
    He walked back to her left side and gave her the same kind of swing as before, but this time when the pain hit she heard herself yelling, the sound foreign, like that of a wounded animal –– a sound she hadn't known she was capable of making. She immediately started opening and closing both hands and he stopped and went to her, using his hand to gently but firmly rub her ass, as if he could just erase the pain with his hand. Oddly enough, it did a lot to make it fade, though it was still there. When she was breathing normally again he leaned back to her ear. “Your choice – no words. Let me ask the question and then I'll give a way for you to answer without speaking. Do you want me to give you the same from the other side, so you'll balance out? I'll rub you again right after I give it. Or do you want me to give you one on the other side that isn't as hard, meaning you won't be balanced.”
    Damn it, she hated to not be balanced. How the hell had he known?
    “Listen carefully and nod yes or no –– do you want me to hit you with less intensity for the next strike?”
    She closed her eyes and shook her head no.
    “Just so we're clear, you're going to get another stroke just as hard, but on the other side, and you understand this?”
    She opened her eyes to look at him this time, nodding her head as she looked into the eyes of someone she knew wanted to see her pain, wanted to hear her scream in pain again. And suddenly, she wanted to give that to him in the worst sort of way. He gently kissed her on the cheek and stepped around to her other side, not making her wait long before slashing into her ass. She heard herself screaming again and then felt an orgasm slam into her from out of the blue, taking her over and making her writhe and jerk as her insides seethed and convulsed. When she came to, he had a supporting hand on her ass and another hand on her back, rubbing in slow circles up around her shoulder blades. As if he were containing her, holding her through it, but allowing for the orgasm to rule and not him.
    He waited until she was breathing normally again and stepped in front of her, leaning down so he was looking into her eyes. “I lost track of how many words were in that, and how many breaths were involved.”
    Shit! She hadn't even realized she was saying words in the midst of it. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
    He raised his eyebrows and relaxed them. “You didn't know you talked? Well, seeing as how it was a rather intense orgasm, I'm inclined to just call it one stroke. You need to know I'm serious about punishments, but you also need to know I can be flexible with them if the situation warrants it. So, one stroke it is. No need to flash a red hand at me when I'm done, it's only one stroke so I'll be stopping whether you flash red or not. It's going to be more than you think you can take. Punishments are like that, yes? You'd be disappointed if it weren't.”
    Sam wasn't sure how she felt about the no talking thing. The loss of words was a pretty big loss, much bigger than she thought it would be when she agreed to it.
    Ethan stood and took his