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The spanking continued until the pain eclipsed everything and her breath came in rough gasps and sobs. Abruptly, he stopped. His hands stroked her skin, smoothing, caressing. He chuckled as his hands slid down her thighs, pressing them further apart.



Lips pressed against the back of her knee. A slow lick followed the kiss. It elicited unwanted shivers from her. A groan nearly escaped her, but she bit hard on her lip to keep from giving him that satisfaction. This shouldn't be so arousing. It couldn't be. Yet here she was, enjoying his touch.



His tongue moved upward, leaving a heated trail which quickly chilled in the cool air. When he would have reached that hot, aching place between her thighs, he pulled away, and began on her other leg. The movement was torturous, slow, and oh-so-arousing. It was humiliating, and infuriating, and hot and she wanted to beat him with her power fist but she didn't want him to stop and then oh-god-his-tongue-was-there. This time, she couldn't stifle her gasp.



He chuckled again, the vibrations of his laughter doing wicked things to her. An ever-diminishing part of her brain railed against him, against her situation. But more and more of her was caught up, enjoying it, and longing for more.



"Do you remember what I told you?" He asked suddenly, drawing away just enough that she could feel the whisper of his breath as he spoke. "What did I tell you?"



What had he told her? He'd said a lot of things, but he wanted a specific answer, and she wanted to please him. No. She didn't want to please him. But she did. It was so... wrong.



"That I'd beg," she finally said, and was rewarded with one finger sliding inside her incredibly wet opening, withdrawing and thrusting slowly. Her orgasm built as she moved closer and closer to the edge. He laughed, his other hand sliding up and down along the outer curve of her hip.



"Are you ready to beg?" He asked, withdrawing his finger. The whimper which she voiced was shameful, and made her cheeks burn once more.



"N-" his finger brushed her clit, making her stumble. "Never!" was all she managed to choke out. She would stand strong. She had to. Or he would win.



"Oh Veronica," he sighed with a cluck of his tongue. He withdrew completely, his hand spanking her one more time, reigniting the fires there. "You'll beg. Just wait."



With that, he left her. Alone. Nothing but shame and an unwelcome ache to keep her company.