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you wet before you walked in that door?
Did you touch yourself in the car on the way over, already panting
for my cock?”
    “No,” I gasp,
shuddering. My blood is racing, the sting of pain now mingling with
something sweet and hot. I arch back against his fingers, needing his
touch. “I was good, I promise. I waited for you.”
    “Good girl.” Vaughn
rewards me with a swift circling of my clit. Sparks burst through the
sweet spot. I moan, relaxing.
    “Just for that, I’ll
let you choose the rest of your punishment,” Vaughn says. His voice
is silky, disarmingly soft. I twist my head to look back at him,
confused.
    “You can have ten
more spanks with my hand,” Vaughn smirks at me. “Or five with
whatever I’ve got stored in that bag.” He nods to the leather
duffel resting down beside the bench.
    My body clenches. Shit,
what should I choose? Ten more slaps would push the limits of my pain
threshold coming after what he’s already doled out. But what would
I be risking picking the unknown?
    I feel a thrill of
uncertainty. “The bag,” I decide. “I choose five.”
    Vaughn breaks into a
dangerous grin. “Oh Keely, baby. Still playing with fire.”
    My stomach twists with
excitement as he releases me. He leans over and reaches into the bag,
pulling out what looks like a riding crop with a long, leather strap
attached.
    Oh shit.
    Vaughn casually runs
the strap over his palm and then swats the air lightly. The leather
cracks.
    A thrill jolts through
me. I’m nervous, but curious too. I want to know what this is going
to feel like.
    “Bend over the
bench.” Vaughn orders. I quickly hurry to do what he says. I lean
down, spreading my legs and bracing my feet against the edge.
    “Hold on,” Vaughn
orders me. I grip hold of the leather bench. “Yeah, spread those
legs for me, baby. Give them all a glimpse of that juicy little
cunt.”
    I gulp, keeping my eyes
fixed below me. I’m parallel to the windows, arched over the bench
of it. Totally on display.
    “Hmm...” Vaughn
muses, pacing around me. “Where on this gorgeous body do I want to
leave my mark?”
    I feel the rough drag
of leather trailing over my back and ass. I shudder, waiting. He
slips the crop under me, swatting lightly at my breast.
    The sting makes me
yelp, but it’s a good kind of pain. My nipples tighten. He
chuckles, and flicks again, harder.
    I moan.
    “Look at you, kinky
little bitch. You might actually enjoy this.” Vaughn trails the
crop lower, down between my open thighs. He presses up, against my
clit. I moan again.
    Vaughn pauses. “I
won’t push you past where you’re willing to go.”
    I still trust him. He
knows my body’s limits better than I do.
    I drag an inhale and
force myself up on my hands again. “Don’t stop.” I say. “I
deserve to be punished. I’ll take it all.”
    “That’s my girl.”
    Without warning,
there’s a sharp crack. I feel the sting of the leather on my bare
ass. Damn, that’s intense! I cry out.
    I hear Vaughn rummage
in the bag again, and then his hand is stroking over the painful
imprint of the crop, soothing me.
    “Time for a little
sugar to help the medicine go down,” he murmurs.
    Then I feel something
sliding against my pussy. Cool and egg-shaped. Vaughn pushes it
gently inside.
    “Relax, baby,” he
tells me, as I adjust to the foreign object. “Just give in to the
pain.”
    He must have hit some
kind of remote control, because the egg starts vibrating. I gasp, the
pulse rippling softly through me, igniting a hot pleasure deep
inside.
    Vaughn cracks the crop
down against my ass again.
    The pain is dizzying,
but the vibrations distract me, pulsing pleasure through my body to
off-set the pain.
    I can take this. I can
make it through.
    Three .
    Vaughn lands the blows
with razor-sharp accuracy, never hitting in the same spot twice. I’m
gasping, my body drawn tight and aching in an epic battle between
pleasure and pain.
    Four .
    I let out an animal
groan. God, this is insane. Sharp