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She’d made a good choice accepting the extra punishment. Because her pussy clenched at his words and a wave of arousal washed over her, making her nipples go hard before she even dropped the towel.

She positioned the pillows where he wanted them, then stood by the bed.

“Can I watch you take your belt off?” There was something hot about seeing a man pull off his belt when he was about to use it on her.

But the bastard shook his head. “If this were a sexual spanking I would say yes, but I’m not trying to turn you on right now. Even if you’re already wet—which I know you are—I’m here to teach you a lesson. Now get your ass over the pillows and let’s get this handled.”

She trembled as she climbed over the pile and waited for the whoosh of leather sliding against his jeans. It came a few seconds later. Then he caressed her ass.

“You don’t even have any bruises from earlier for me to worry about. That means your thighs are safe as long as you stay still and take this like a good girl.”

She clenched again and vowed to stay still. The belt on the thighs was a special kind of pain that she didn’t know if she could handle.

He didn’t lecture or touch her anymore. The sound of him folding the belt was her only warning that the punishment was about to begin. The searing pain of the first strike took her by surprise, and she screamed and reached back to grab her ass.

“Back in position now. Move your hands again and I’ll tie you to the bed and you’ll get half of these on your thighs.”

His voice was hard as steel, and she thrust her hands back in front of her.

The second strike didn’t land, but she heard him moving around. A throw pillow landed in front of her.

“Squeeze that.”

That was one thing she appreciated about Ripley as a Dom. He always gave her everything she needed in order to meet his challenges. He would follow through on his threat if she moved her hands again, but he didn’t want her to fail. So, he’d given her another tool to make sure she didn’t.

When she was holding on to the pillow for dear life, the next three came in rapid, painful succession. She screamed, squeezed the pillow, and bit the corner to muffle her cries.

“Oh, wonderful girl. I’m proud of you. This will be over before you know it.”

It didn’t feel like it was over quickly. And even though she trusted him not to go beyond what he’d promised her, it seemed like the belt landed a hundred times.

“Two left,” he said a few minutes later. He sounded like he was exerting himself. And with the way the leather bit into her skin he definitely was.

“That’s a good girl. Stay nice and relaxed for me. It’s almost over.”

He landed the blows one after the other, both in the same sensitive spot where her ass and thighs met.

She kicked her legs and cried out at the searing pain. The bed shifted, and he sat next to her, caressing her back.

“You did good. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

She stayed where she was, letting the tears fall for several minutes before she rolled off the pillows towards him.

“You OK? Do you need anything?”

She sniffed and curled closer to him. “Just you holding me.”

He stretched so he could lie beside her and pulled her into his arms.

“You make me so proud, Liv. I’m sorry I had to do it that way, but you were a good girl and now we can start fresh.”

And that’s why she’d wanted to get it done now. Starting fresh with Cannon Ripley was exactly what she’d been hoping for.

Chapter 11

THEclubwaspackedby the time Ripley pulled into the parking lot in Olivia’s truck.

“Stop pouting, Liv. It’s never been a good look on you.”

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