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More than I’ve ever wanted anything from another person.

Because Ideservethis.

“Count!” Kiah insists as the second and third smacks burn my skin.

I’m so fucking turned on right now, my dick feels like it’s going to break through its steel cage simply with the power of its hardness. There is nowhere left to grow, but it’s still growing.

Blowsfourandfivefall in quick succession, and by the timeeightrings out, my ass is on fire, stinging like a motherfucker. I can’t believe she’s doing all this damage with her bare hand.

When the final smack lands on my soft flesh with a loud whack, I can’t hold it any longer, I just let go, uncontrollable sobs ripping through my body.

I don’t know why, or what this unhinged wench has done to me, but I can’t stop the tears from coming.

I didn’t even cry at my own mother’s funeral.What the fuck is this?

Kiah helps me up onto the bed and then just holds me as I stain her shirt with my tears. Like I’m a baby, she puts her arms around me, rocking gently.

All I can think is that she smells nice. Like suntan lotion and fresh linen.

“Hey, shh. It’s okay. All over now,” she coos in a soothing voice, the total opposite of her assertive one.

She strokes my hair softly in a move so tender it hurts more than her spanking.

Why is she being nice to me?

Why does she care?

I don’t deserve this.

I deserve the spanking, all the punishment, being locked up, but I don’t deserve her stroking my hair.

The familiar self-loathing curdles in my gut. “A waste of space just like your father,” my mother’s cruel words come back to me.

Kiah holds me through all of it, asking no questions and demanding no explanations, just enveloping me with her warmth.

I’m crying for everything and nothing at all—all the tears I’ve kept inside for so long.

“It’s okay. Let it all out,” Kiah whispers, and I know I’ll never be able to look at her the same again, not after she’s seen me like this.

What is happening to me?

Chapter twelve

Beach

(Kiah)

Nicohasbeendifferentsince his spanking.

He’s more docile, more present.

When he’s not being an infuriating brat, he’s actually quite intelligent, amusing me with weird, useless facts about everything and nothing.

That haunted look never leaves his eyes though.

Considering his familial background, I can’t say I’m surprised.

Who knows what demons he hides?

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