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immediately went back to the first cheek with another sharp slap. Emily flinched, and before she could call off the number, Nat spanked her again.
    “Three. Four.” The words came out clipped and tense, but Emily arched her back, offering up her ass for more. Clearly she was loving what Nat was giving her.
    God, Nat wanted to fuck her. So innocently pretty, such a good girl, but so responsive to rough play. She wasn’t sure it was right to accept money for tonight when it was honestly fulfilling both their fantasies.
    Upping the ante with blow number five, Nat delivered a hard, stinging slap to tender skin that was already beginning to turn pink. Gasping, Emily tried to roll her hips away on instinct, but Nat kept her in place with the hand on her neck. “Count,” she reminded Emily in a stern voice.
    “Five.” The quaver in Emily’s voice hinted at tears. She remained silent and stoic, resting obediently over Nat’s lap, but it was clear that the last smack had been intense.
    Time to work on heightening Emily’s arousal. The more turned on she was, the easier it would be to receive physical punishment. Nat slipped her hand between Emily’s thighs, dragging two fingers up over her drenched folds. “You’re wet.” She brought her hand to Emily’s mouth. “Taste.”
    Emily took Nat’s fingers between her lips, laving them with the warm tongue that Nat so vividly remembered inside her. When Nat withdrew, Emily said, “Thank you, mistress.”
    Nat returned to Emily’s pussy without answering. She spread her swollen labia open, traced the intricate contours of her sex, then teased her thoroughly without venturing inside or lingering on her impressively erect clit. Emily had asked to have her orgasm withheld, a form of torture Nat personally couldn’t stand but took perverse delight in delivering.
    “Why the fuck are you so wet?” Gently, Nat captured Emily’s labia and gave the slick flesh a light tug. “Do you like being punished?”
    Emily hesitated. “No…no, mistress.”
    Nat released her, pulling back to rain down four hard slaps on Emily’s bottom, alternating from cheek to cheek. “You’re lying. Aren’t you?”
    Coming up on her elbows, Emily glanced back over her shoulder and met Nat’s eyes. Dark and needy, Emily’s shone with unshed tears. “Six, seven, eight, nine.”
    “Are you being smart again?” Nat hardened her tone even as she rubbed Emily’s bottom to soothe the pain.
    “No, mistress. I’m counting.”
    She couldn’t let herself grin, even if she did appreciate Emily Parker’s sass. Staying in character, Nat narrowed her eyes and rumbled, “Spread your fucking legs, slut.”
    True to her own submissive role, Emily lowered her head to rest against the mattress again before slowly easing her thighs apart. “Yes, mistress.”
    “Count these.” Without preamble, Nat pushed two fingers into Emily’s snug opening. She stopped when she was buried as deep as she could go, reveling in Emily’s surprised moan. When it became clear that Emily wasn’t going to do as she’d asked, Nat said, “That was one .” She pulled out and thrust back inside, harder this time. “And two .”
    “Two,” Emily echoed. “Mistress.”
    “Clever girl,” Nat murmured, then pressed into her again.
    “Three.” Emily brought her hands up to cover her face as Nat continued to fuck her. “Four, five, six, seven…eight…n-nine, ten.”
    By the end of the series of deep, deliberate strokes, Emily was whimpering with pleasure. Nat pulled out and unleashed a flurry of slaps across both buttocks. Crying out, Emily brought her hands down and tried to protect her sensitive flesh. Nat reacted without hesitation, capturing Emily’s wrists in her free hand and holding them against her waist. She followed up with only two more smacks, then paused to make sure Emily was still with her.
    “Do you like being punished?” Nat repeated.
    Emily struggled within her grasp before sagging in defeat. “Yes,