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Straddling my lap?

But as Elena puts her knee on the bed and crawls into position, the sight of her perfect, supple ass in the air makes the decision for me.

“Oh, sweetheart. You shouldn’t have done that.”

My shirt is still open in the front, and I just shrug out of it.

“Done what?” she squeaks, her voice oddly panicked.

“Given me the perfect angle to punish you for going out to the club in that skimpy gold dress.”

She turns her head to look over her shoulder, and a nervous pink flush colors her cheeks. I can’t tell if that wild look in her eye is nerves or excitement. Maybe a little of both.

Her back is ramrod straight as she kneels on all fours, waiting for her punishment like the good girl she is. The clink of my belt buckle is the only sound, apart from her shallow breaths.

I yank the belt out of my belt loops and test the leather in my hands. It’s stiff enough to make her ass sting but soft enough not to leave a mark.

I unzip my pants and yank them down, along with my underwear. My cock springs free, hard and ready to sink into Elena’s sweetness.

Prowling toward her, I put one knee on the bed and stroke the soft swell of her ass. My hand drifts lower, fingers brushing the backs of her legs before diving between her thighs. My middle finger grazes her dripping-wet core, and Elena shivers violently.

“Mmm,” I groan, sliding one finger into her pussy. “You’re so tight, baby.”

Elena clenches around me — hard — and I reach up to find that little bundle of nerves. Elena’s butt cheeks clench in response, and I draw a soft moan from her lips as I start to work it in slow, hard circles.

She rolls her hips into me, begging for more, but I have no intention of letting her come just yet. Looping the belt over on itself, I bring it down on her right ass cheek.

Elena screams and bucks against my hand. My sweet girl liked that.

I bring the leather down again, and her back arches with her squeal. I resume my slow circles against her clit, alternating between pleasure and pain.

When I stop to fist my own shaft, Elena makes a little growl of frustration. My dick is so hard it could punch through a wall, and I can’t take it anymore.

I slide my cock between her legs, where my head nudges at her slick, wet entrance. Elena’s whole body stiffens, and I pause.

Something isn’t right.

“Lena?” I ask.

The room fills with the sound of her ragged breathing, and my chest clenches with horror. I pull back and turn her toward me. Elena’s eyes are bright and alert, but her jaw is stiff.

“You having a panic attack?”

“N-no. I’m fine.”

“You don’tlookfine,” I growl, furious with myself for pulling out my belt when I should have just stuck to the basics.

“No, I’m good,” she stammers. “I just, um . . .” Elenaswallows and flushes a deep shade of crimson, dropping her gaze to the mattress.

“You justwhat?” I ask, dreading the answer.

“I just haven’t, uh . . . done this before. I got nervous, but I’m fine now.” She pulls a tight smile. “No panic attacks.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip, trying to follow what she just said. “You haven’t done it on all fours before? Or you haven’t been whipped before?”

“Yeah.”

“Which is it?”