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Another wave of pain. Another of pleasure. The heat was pulsating with each of his touches. She found herself waiting in anticipation as his hand left her skin, shying away from the sting of the air, waiting for the next spank to be over with and for his hand to rest on her ass for just a moment. That moment was all the reprieve she needed. She craved those fleeting moments that were surrounded by intense pain.
“Daddy’s good girl can handle it can’t she?”
*SMACK*
He kept going. She could hear his voice but couldn’t focus on the words. The rhythm of his spanks sent pain, the soft and almost gentle touch of his hand against her bare ass, cooling the spread, and then the immediate emptiness she felt when he left her altogether to prepare for the next strike. Every one of the slaps made the warmth grow. Pain? Pleasure? She didn’t know. She could feel the wetness though, and now she was worried he would know. She shifted uncomfortably between the spanks but his fi