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down and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, turning her face up a bit to look at him, whispering something back. He leaned down further and kissed her on the mouth. The whole time his hand was gently rubbing her ass. Nailah tried to remain calm, but she was aching to squirm around. She held still though. Somehow, rubbing up against Armando didn’t seem like a good idea.
    Then the paddling started. The woman’s body jumped with every smack, even though Nailah could tell she was also struggling to hold still. The man paddled her ass for a long time, increasing the force of impact as the seconds went by. Eventually, the woman was screaming, but for some reason, Nailah didn’t think they were exactly screams of pain. They sounded more like cries of frustration. He struck her five more times, just as much as it seemed she could handle, and then he stopped.
    The man calmly set the paddle down on the couch. In the next moment, he slid his fingers between her legs and started fucking her with his hand. The woman really started squirming then, and she was crying. The man turned her, cradling the back of her head with his other arm so she was facing the back of the couch. But he kept fucking her. Now, he was kissing her, her lips and her face as she seemed to calm down. It was like she needed to relax before she could come. And did she come, loud and trembling in his arms. Her orgasm went on forever.
    When she finally stopped shaking, the man pulled his fingers from between her legs and urged her to lick them. She did it slowly but without hesitation, and after that the man just held her. After a while the man stood up and ended the video. Nailah sat there, staring at the frozen image of the front of his shirt where it clung to his abs. She was afraid to say anything. Her whole body was vibrating, her skin tight and hot. She knew her breathing sounded funny. She’d never felt this way with Kalli.
    Armando took the laptop and moved it to his coffee table. Nailah had no idea what he saw when he turned around and looked at her, but she felt raw and exposed.
    “Okay?” he asked, flashing her a hopeful smile.
    Nailah nodded then swallowed, smoothing her skirt down like it would stop her horny from showing. “Yeah,” she said, even though her voice didn’t sound right.
    “What did you see in that video?”
    “A spanking. I mean, a paddling, right?”
    “Right. And what else? Tell me about the woman.”
    Nailah was quiet for a moment, replaying the video in her head. “She wanted the paddling. And she seemed… she changed as the video went on. Maybe nervous at first, but then it was like she had some sort of emotional release.”
    “And what about him?”
    “He was...in control. I’m sure he was turned on, but that didn’t seem to matter. He was so focused. Is it always like that?”
    “When it’s right? Yeah. Let’s call it a night.”
    Before we fuck each other’s brains out? she wanted to say, but she kept that to herself.
    “Yeah, I should probably get home.” She stood and stretched, trying to ignore the hum that still radiated through her body. Armando stood too, and did absolutely nothing to hide the enormous bulge fighting against the zipper of his jeans. Nailah stepped into her shoes, then scrambled to grab her bag and started for the door. Armando walked her all the way down to her car.
    “So what now?” What happens right now? What happens tomorrow? Are we supposed to kiss or…?
    “I’ll probably stay up for a few more hours kicking myself for not asking you to spend the night.”
    Nailah glared up at him. “Are you flirting with me now?”
    “There are rules, but I think flirting’s allowed, if you want it to be.”
    “I’m considering it. But yeah, after you cope with your regret, what do we do?”
    “Saturday night, can you be open to the possibility of coming back? Maybe spending the night?”
    “I can be open to it.” She’d have to come up with an excuse for being gone all night.