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hard slap followed by a soothing rub, followed by another slap. I was squealing—I really didn’t expect it to be so sore. He counted them out, lecturing me between spanks about how I was to show more respect. It was humiliating and painful. But it was turning me on in spite of that, or indeed maybe because of that. I mentally counted each stroke. At first as he raised his hand, I clenched my bottom in anxiety, but I soon learned that it was less painful if I tried to relax. Finally he was done.
    “Have you something to say, Siobhan?” he asked in that schoolmaster voice.
    “I’m sorry for losing my temper and swearing at you,” I offered humbly. I was still lying across his lap with my bare bottom exposed and scorched. I was sore, embarrassed, and horny as hell. He was rubbing it all the while and it felt so good. I felt his fingers travel down to my clit and he started to chuckle.
    “You’re such a naughty girl, you liked that. You’re soaking.”
    I was mortified, but it was true. As I felt the blush rise, I figured the hue of my face cheeks were probably matching my bottom cheeks at this moment. I really wanted to be fucked there and then. His fingers penetrated my pussy and I moaned with ecstasy. I dragged him up to my bedroom, afraid the girls could arrive any moment. The horrific thought that we were bloody lucky not to have been caught as he spanked me suddenly jolted me into reality. Once upstairs, he quickly undressed and I soon saw I wasn’t the only one excited by the spanking. He was hard as hell. I knelt down and took him in my mouth. It just seemed like the natural thing to do, almost a gratitude for his punishing me. I sucked hard until he pulled me away, barking an order at me. He was forever with the orders, but this one I didn’t question.
    “Lean over the bed standing up.”
    I did as I was bid and my red tender bottom was protruding in that position. I heard a sharp excited inhalation.
    “You look so fucking hot like that,” he exclaimed.
    I could hear him fumble with the foil and within seconds, with no foreplay or touching me, he grasped me by the hips and pushed inside, thrusting hard and mercilessly. He simply took me; this was no lovemaking, it was pure hard riding, animalistic coupling. And it was out of this world. I could feel my body clench and I knew my orgasm would be merciless. I was having difficulty keeping standing. Michael held me in place by my tender buttocks and hips, preventing my legs from giving way beneath me. The slap of his navel against my tender buttocks was deliciously punishing, reminding me of my submission, and I shouted his name in guttural appreciation as the climax came swiftly and furiously. My arousal and his own excitement at the animal ferocity ensured he was right there with me.
    And thus started our journey in this strange sensual world of combined pleasure and pain, and although we didn’t know the name for it yet, our own version of domestic discipline.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Somehow or other we got from that position to lying under the duvet on my bed. I had lost all sense of reality or time. I know I must have dozed off, because I noticed the sound of the girls talking and I hadn’t heard them come in. Michael was lying on his side, looking at me, neither smiling nor frowning—more pensive.
    “Hey, sleepyhead,” he greeted with a kiss. “You ok?”
    “Hmmm, yes, sleepy, you?”
    “Siobhan, crikey, that’s such a mouthful every time, what do your friends or family call you?”
    “Shiv or sometimes Vonnie.”
    “Shiv it is,” he said decisively. “Look, about spanking you, I don’t know what the hell came over me, I shouldn’t have done it…”
    Oh, no, the post mortem… God, how I hated post-coital post-mortems…the “how was it for you” talk. If a man was worth his salt, he’d have noticed exactly how it was for me and not had to ask. He’d be able to read the road signs and save me this torture. Right on cue…
    “…But you