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Doing so offered her the opportunity to swat me again. And again.

While she laughed and tried to dance away, when she attempted a fourth time, I grabbed the towel, yanking her toward me.

“You are such a bully!” She pummeled her fists against me, doing her best to try to get away. I had no intention of allowing her to do so.

“Not so fast, lady. Take your punishment like a good girl.”

“Since you know I’m not a good girl, you realize that’s never going to happen.” She wiggled and fought me hard. But in the end, I won, tossing her over the edge of the counter.

I pressed my weight against her to keep her in position as I struggled to rip up the jean skirt she was wearing.

“There we go,” I said with glee in my voice.

“You better not do that, or I swear to God.”

“You swear to God, what exactly?”

I threw a look over my shoulder. I couldn’t care less if Maria walked in, but I certainly wasn’t prepared to explain anything to the children. Plural. Two kids in the same household. The thought was almost awe inspiring. I wasn’t certain I could survive.

“I’ll hurt you,” Carmella moaned.

“I love it when you say that. Go ahead and try, Firesong.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

In response, I slid my fingers under the tiny waistband of her thong, snapping my wrist. I was surprised that ripping the material away made so much noise.

“You are a beast!”

“How many times have I agreed with you?” I twirled the spatula so she could see what I was doing before kicking her legs apart. She was already dripping wet, her inner thighs glistening.

Just the scent of her feminine wiles was enough to keep my mouth watering while my throat was parched. Feasting on her would need to wait.

For now.

I cracked the wooden implement across her bottom and she yelped. When she made another noise with the second smack, I did what any responsible man would do. I shoved the damp panties into her mouth.

She continued muttering and if I wasn’t mistaken, cursing through the gag. That egged me on. I brought the spatula down again and again, already feeling the intense pressure of my cock pushing against my jeans.

“I have begun to wonder when you’re going to obey me.”

“Rrr… vvv… rrr…”

“I see. Never. Huh? Is that what you said? I guess I’ll keep spanking you until you agree.” I moved from side to side, every sense on high alert as her skin turned a luscious shade of pink. She was still fighting, trying her best to throw back one arm then the other so she could punch me.

It didn’t happen.

The sound was louder than expected but as I increased my pace the way her hips moved with each swat was all I could focus on. When her bottom was thoroughly covered in a blushing pink, I took a deep breath and rolled the implement between her legs.

Carmella instantly stiffened, her breath catching.

She had no idea how badly I wanted to fuck her at this very moment.

“Does that feel good, Firesong? Would you like me to continue?”

Her moan was the only response other than the way she undulated her body. I rolled the piece up and down, soaking the wood with her juice. The scent was already driving me crazy, my cock throbbing.

She spread her legs even further, her action as if begging me to continue. I wanted her to come. I needed her to express how much she enjoyed our passion.

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