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belly button. I want to see that firm ass of yours in the air, sailor.”
    He hesitated.
    She rose from the bed, planting her feet shoulder-width apart and placing a fist on her hip. Pointing toward the mattress, she reached deep down and found her voice of authority.
    “I said put your mother-fucking belly button on the bed, sailor.”
    Midas complied.
    The spot she had chosen was nearly perfect. He was so tall, when bent at the waist, his ass was almost at the right height.
    Angie moved behind him. Without warning, she tapped the inside of one of his calves with her big toe.
    “Spread those legs.”
    His back stiffened, but he adjusted his feet. Now both rounded globes of his tight backside stuck out at just the appropriate angle. Time for a little fun.
    “I don’t want to hear a peep from you , Midas. Not one squeak. Do you understand me?”
    He had the good sense to nod his answer.
    “Excellent.”
    There was no way any amount of punishment she could dish out would hurt the SEAL. She was too small to deliver any blow that could provide much more than a good sting. Hardly the kind of play needing a safe word.
    Angie placed a fingernail on the right side of his ass and lightly scratched a line on his skin to the left. An explosion of goose bumps rose over his bare back.
    Nice.
    His reaction encouraged her to brush her palms up his spine to his shoulders. The way back down, she raked her nails over his shoulder blades and on to the fleshy part of his waist, not stopping until she found the curve beneath his butt cheek.
    While hunched over him, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls. She’d expected him to utter some low moan some other guttural noise. Other than a quick inhale and a long exhale, he remained quiet. Pleased with his control, she massaged his soft nads and gently pulled. Again, he said nothing.
    Did SEALs go through sexual torture training? She’d have to ask. Later.
    She found his cock and did her best to wrap her fingers around its girth. Only the tips of her middle finger and thumb touched.
    Impressive.
    When she started stroking, his head fell forward onto the mattress and his knees slightly bent. She released her hold and gave one of his ass cheeks a solid smack, followed immediately by another thwack to the other cheek.
    She nearly roared with laughter when she heard his muffled but enthusiastic, “Fuck yeah!”
    “You aren’t being quiet, naughty boy,” she chided when she controlled her chuckles. “Do I need to spank you again?”
    He turned his face from the mattress. “Do what you gotta do.”
    As much as she would love to give his booty another good whack, the two she’d already struck stung her hand like nobody’s business. He clearly liked to be paddled though. Why not give the guy more? She certainly didn’t mind reddening his backside.
    Angie glanced around the room and found a pair of flip-flops that had been tossed carelessly on the floor. After retrieving one sandal and brushing off sand from its sole, she tapped the flimsy shoe in her palm.
    “I’m going to paddle you ten times on both sides of your ass. When I’m done, you’re going to turn over and scoot onto the mattress. Understood?”
    He beamed.
    Tiny bubbles of glee filled her as though she’d just finished off a bottle of sparkling water. Damn this was fun.
    She positioned herself behind him, found a solid stance and commenced with swatting his cute ass exactly ten times on each side. When she finished, a pretty shade of pink stained his butt. Based on the way Midas hollered, “Yeah, baby,” and wagged his bottom each time the flip flop met his flesh, he seemed to be enjoying the play as much as she did administering the smacks.
    As she’d ordered, Midas turned over and lay across the bed when she’d finished. He looked at her expectantly.
    “I want you to watch carefully. There may be a test when I’m done,” she said, caressing her breasts.
    She turned her back to him, then unclasped the front