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he
realized that she didn't understand the question. “How many times did you
come?”

Shit. Frantically, she tried to count, but her brain
was still so scrambled that she felt lucky to be able to remember her name.
Five? That seemed reasonable. Right?

“Five,” she tried to keep her tone confident. One
look at his face, however, told her that she didn't lie as well as she thought
she did.

Double shit.

He sat on the couch next to her without a word, eyes
dark with something dangerous that sent a shiver through her. She couldn't tell
if it was fear, desire or a little of both. She suspected the latter. He stared
at her for almost a full minute before speaking.

“Did I, or did I not, instruct you to count the
number of orgasms you had while masturbating this evening?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her mouth dry.

“And yet, when I ask for your count, you lie to me?”
He waited for her to protest, but she kept her mouth firmly closed. “I told you
that if you disobeyed, I would punish you. Let's see if we can jog your
memory.”

In a movement fast enough to startle her, he reached
over and picked her up. Less than a second later, she was on his lap,
face-down, bare ass in the air. A sense of horror washed over her as she
realized what he was going to do. A voice in her head reminded her that she'd
agreed to this, but another part of her countered that she'd thought it was all
play, that he'd never go through with it.

She was an idiot.

“I think five to start with.” His hand caressed her
bottom, and he chuckled as she tensed. “And let's make sure you do know how to
count. Call out each one. If you forget or miscount, we start again.
Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She couldn't quite keep her voice steady
this time. Her mind was spinning, arguing with itself as one part protested
what she was allowing him to do while another part, a newer part, was actually
curious. So lost in her own head was she that she didn't feel his hand leave
her ass; the first blow caught her entirely by surprise.

“Ah!” It stung more than hurt, but the shock caused
her to cry out.

“Count.” His voice held a warning and she remembered
what he'd said.

“One.”

“Don't make me warn you again.”

The second smack was harder, landing on her left
cheek.

“Two.” She squirmed, feeling him growing hard beneath
her.

This time, when his hand made contact, he met already
tender flesh and she yelped before saying, “Three.” The fourth blow produced
similar results, but the fifth was the worst.

He made sure to catch both cheeks at the angle
necessary to rub her overstimulated clit against his leg and Courtney cried
out, body involuntarily bucking. Only at the last second did she remember to
call out, “Five.”

“Now.” His hand made soothing circles on her heated
skin. “Let's try again, shall we? I'll give you a moment to count and then I
want you to tell me how many times you climaxed while you were waiting for me.”

Desperate, she searched through the last hour. The
first three she remembered clearly. And the one with her fingers in her ass.
She flushed at that recollection. The last one, and the one right before Vance
had entered. She knew there were more, she just couldn't say for sure how many.
It was one giant haze of agonizing pleasure.

“Time's up.”

She spoke without hesitation. “Seven.”

He tossed her off his lap and she could see him
shaking his head as he stood. His erection tented his pants, confirming he was
enjoying this. “You're lying again.”

How did he know? Had he been watching on some hidden
camera? She wouldn't put it past him. Or was he simply guessing? If she tried
to press the issue and he was guessing, she could probably persuade him to
believe that she was telling the truth. On the other hand, if he had evidence
and she insisted she wasn't lying, she knew the punishment would be far more
severe and she had no desire to find out what that would be.