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hands on her bare bottom. Though she was not at all looking forward to the heat and the soreness, she had been anticipating this moment almost since the last time they’d spoken. She had played it over and over in her mind, imagining how it would feel when his large hands settled on her hips, turned her over and pulled her pants down, and what might happen afterward.
    She had dressed in anticipation of his arrival. Her jeans were not quite as tight as usual, there was enough room in the waistband to wriggle them down without too much trouble. Her panties were near non-existent, a floss pink thong framing her cheeks perfectly. She’d tried several such undergarments on, checking her butt in the mirror until she was satisfied with the way it looked.
    “You are in trouble, young lady,” he said in his deepest and most authoritarian tone. A little frisson of fright zipped through her belly, further igniting the dancing sparks which were fizzing near her loins. He pointed to the couch. “Bend over the back of that,” he ordered, “and pull your jeans down.”
    She snorted. “I don’t think so.”
    “Do it, or I’ll have to do it for you. If I do it, those panties are coming down.”
    Her smirk grew wider. It was fine by her if her panties came down. She’d spent the morning making sure her pussy was perfectly shaved, her pubic hair trimmed to a neat ‘V’ over her mound, her labia bare.
    “You’re going to make this difficult for yourself, aren’t you?” He began taking off his leather jacket and rolling up his sleeves. She watched with barely veiled anticipation as his forearms came into view, long and strong, furred with dark hair along the muscular plane.
    Lily retreated to the couch, sitting on the arm with her hands clasping the fabric either side of her. It meant that she was further below him than usual, her head very close to his midsection and the bulge where his manhood was pressing against his jeans. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was already somewhat aroused.
    The atmosphere was tense and undeniably charged. She was sure he felt it too; she could see it in his eyes. He was looking at her with his usual firm decisiveness, but there was more to it as well—a lust that was answered in her own gaze.
    “Bend over the couch, Lily.” He repeated the order, his voice slightly softer. “Be a good girl.”
    “I have never been a good girl.”
    “Oh, but you’re going to be.” He murmured the promise, reaching out for her. He took her by the arm and drew her up to her feet. She did not fight him. She enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin against hers too much to wrench herself away.
    He pulled her close and let his other hand slide down her back and over the curve of her bottom. The way he touched her was masterful. From the first moment he had been taking control. His hand clasped her bottom, drawing her close as he began to rub and pat and lightly spank her cheeks with a touch that was more teasing than punitive.
    Rubbing against him, Lily confirmed her earlier suspicion. He was already hard. The ridge of his cock pressed against her, giving satisfaction to her tingling clit even through two layers of jeans. Maybe he was going to spank her, but after that, his cock was going to take her for the second time. It was already a foregone conclusion.
    Her nipples hardened under her tank top, sending further sparks of arousal shooting into her system as he spanked her lightly, using his body as a barrier to stop any attempt at escape. She lifted her face to him, her lips parted in a little moan. He took advantage of it to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers with a roughness which left no room for dissent or misbehavior.
    “Those jeans are coming down,” he informed her, reaching for the fastening. It melted away under his fingers and soon her pants were a crumpled mess on the floor. “Cute panties,” he observed, running a finger under the floss-like string at the rear. The motion pulled the front of the fabric