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Tense, tense.

She cried out, her sounds making my cock drip.

My nails dug over the marks I left.

Tense, melt, tense.

“Um, Sir, I…” she trailed off.

My hands soothed. I kissed my marks on her skin.

Tap, tap, tap, swat!

Tense. Tense.

“Sir,” she breathed out beautifully.

Tap, tap, tap, swat!

Harder this time.

Tense. Tense. Hands fisted.

Swat!

Swat!

“Yellow,” she whispered

I pulled the earbud from her ear again.

“I have you,” I reassured, my hands never leaving her silken soft skin.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Of what,” I urged, soothing her with my tone and my touch.

“I don’t know,” she whimpered.

“I have you,” I tried again. I waited a moment, stroking her softly until she nodded.

I moved back into spanks.

Swat, swat, swat.

Tense, melt, tense, melt.

Swat, swat, swat.

Melt, sigh.

And back to the crop.

Tap, tap, tap, swat!

Tense, melt.

Tap, tap, tap, swat!

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