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patiently while she thought it over. Spankings had always been cathartic, but she had a lot to do tomorrow after being out of town much of the week and didn’t want to be walking funny or wincing every time she sat down. And he’d said he would decide on the intensity of the spanking. Could she say no? He’d said the choice was hers.
    “Um, hypothetically, what would happen if I said no?”
    Ryan shrugged. “Nothing. I think you could benefit from one, though. Tell you what, you can feel free to say no tonight, but if you brat me at all when we talk this upcoming week, you’ll get a spanking first thing when we’re back here, and I can guarantee you that won’t be a light, erotic spanking. I have some implements I’ve been dying to try on that great ass of yours.”
    Shit. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
    This seemed like a no-win situation. On the one hand, the last week had been stressful, and she’d probably feel better after a spanking. But she might earn a long, hard spanking first thing next week if she opted out now. Then her ass would be red and sore for the rest of the night, which was great when it was a sexy spanking, but not so great when it was a punishment.
    “I’d like to be spanked, please, sir.” His demeanor instantly changed, and she shuddered.
    “Grab the hairbrush out of my bag, hand it to me, and get over my lap.”
    Doing as she was told, she soon found herself stretched out on her belly, her ass facing up and ready for her spanking. Then he did something unexpected.
    “Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy while I spank you.”
    Lisette did, and he pushed them apart a bit more.
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    The first spank, given with his hand, crashed down on her right cheek, and her breath caught. Yeah, this wasn’t a sexy spanking. That fucking hurt. He soon followed the first spank with a volley of them, covering her ass, and then moved down to the crease between her ass and thighs. Damn that Jack, who no doubt had taught Ryan how to spank. The man was…thorough.
    After he’d given her several hard strokes with his hand in that sensitive spot, though, it got even worse. Ryan started to spank her thighs and inner thighs. Lisette thought briefly about using her safe word but decided against it. No, Ryan wasn’t playing around here, but it had been so long since she’d felt a man’s hand blistering her ass that she started to float with it, to embrace the pain.
    Ahh, subspace.
    She grinned a little to herself, but when he landed several spanks in one area on her sit spot and then repeated the action on the other side, she began to squirm. Ryan simply clamped a strong forearm over her back and continued. He hadn’t said a word since asking her if she was ready, and she wondered if he was angry about something or if he was just doing what she needed.
    Before he was even through using his hand, her entire ass and thighs were red-hot, but she could feel the wetness trickling out of her pussy too. No doubt he could see and smell it.
    Ryan switched to the hairbrush but kept those smacks confined to her ass, a fact she was eternally grateful for. He spanked her steadily for a few moments before stopping.
    “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
    As soon as she heard that low, deep Dom voice, her body bowed, her pussy clenched, and she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as an orgasm raced through her. Holy hell, she was seeing spots.
    Lisette gingerly sat up and wiped her eyes to clear them of both the tears and the spots. She took a chance and rubbed her throbbing butt in what she hoped was a surreptitious manner, since she didn’t know where he stood on the rubbing-after-a-spanking issue. “Remind me never to piss you off. And to tell Jack he’s a bastard. He obviously taught you quite well.”
    Ryan threw his head back and laughed. “I wouldn’t recommend insulting Jack. He’s not the kind of guy you’d ever want to annoy. No doubt