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herself falling. In seconds her bottom, still clad in thin black panties, was presented for my delectation. She could see herself in the mirror, and the reflection of her backside too, an infinitely receding view of herself ready for punishment.
    I raised my hand high and brought it down hard, the slap of skin on skin resounding around the room. My fingers stung lightly, but that was nothing to the sting she must have felt on her pert round behind. She made no sound. Instead she bit her lip and looked up at me appealingly. I raised my hand again and brought it down firmly on her other bottom cheek, gratified to feel her jump when my hand landed so firmly on her taut round buttock. Again and again, six quick strokes in succession, turning her pale and delicate flesh first pink and then a deeper shade of red. Soon Nicole was squirming and moaning, her body responding to the searing heat of punishment that rained down on her posterior.
    â€˜Stand up now,’ I commanded, my breath coming hot and fast as I enjoyed my task of punishing Nicole’s backside.
    â€˜Oh, it hurts,’ she complained, pouting her full red lips.
    â€˜It’s supposed to,’ I told her gruffly, noting at the same time that her nipples had grown even more erect. I could see that the excitement was still there in her eyes, and I guessed our little session had yet to run its course.
    â€˜But I wasn’t such a bad girl,’ she protested, pushing out her chest so that she was flaunting herself again.
    â€˜Right, there’ll be more for that.’
    â€˜More for what?’ she demanded defiantly.
    I grabbed her and pushed her against the bed. She fell across it, face down and bottom out. There was a black hairbrush on the dressing table and I picked it up and weighed it in my hand.
    â€˜Please, not that, Paul,’ she wailed, her eyes open wide with horror when she saw me with the brush.
    â€˜I’m going to teach you a lesson, young woman,’ I told her. In moments her pretty lace panties were around her ankles and her backside, patterned red by my hand, was fully exposed. Her bottom cheeks were slightly parted, and I could see the dark bud of her rear hole and the puffy lips of her sex. She looked delightful, so exposed, so vulnerable, her punished body exuding a kind of raw animal sexuality.
    The first impact of the brush on her bottom cheeks echoed around the room, accompanied by her yelp of shock and pain. I reached out and smoothed my hand over her buttocks, able to enjoy the heat that flamed on her skin. She moved back, pushed her bottom towards me, enjoying being touched and caressed on the seat of her punishment. Her correction had yet to end, and soon her cries of pain were a constant refrain as I let go with half a dozen hard blows with the hairbrush. I moved round and smacked her again, each time landing the brush precisely on her lithe young body.
    Her behaviour changed subtly. Her cries were deeper, breathier, and she was lifting herself, offering me her rear for every blow. I made sure that I tanned her body evenly, smacking her hard on the buttocks, at the top of the thighs, and even between her thighs.
    Her strangled cry of pleasure as she climaxed suddenly brought me to my senses. What had I done? I looked down on her reddened posterior, at her writhing body, at the look of sweet pleasure that marked her face. I had punished her for sure, but much to my surprise she had found pleasure in her pain.
    â€˜Are you all right?’ I whispered, letting the brush fall to the floor.
    She opened her eyes and looked at me. ‘That was so good,’ she sighed. ‘That felt so different; it hurt me but I enjoyed it too. I don’t know why…’
    â€˜You’d better get dressed,’ I told her. My eyes travelled down over her body, her bra had fallen and her breasts were patterned pink, her rosy nipples so enticing. Her sex was wet and pink where the brush had touched her. As for her