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“I think we should go with ten on each ass cheek, so twenty in total. Do you think you can manage that, Angel?” he asks, as his fingers move upwards so he can trail them over my back, making me shudder. I can almost feel him smirking at me.

“I will do my very best, Sir,” I reply.

If I’m being honest, I’m not sure I will be able to take that many. After a few blows, it will be harder for me to remain in control, particularly of my own thoughts, and I worry that the more hits I have to endure, there’s a chance my memories will cloud the experience.

The last thing I want is for the punishments I received with The Sheriff to come flooding back, and ruin this for me.

Evan can hear the hesitancy in my answer, and when he speaks, I can’t help but smile at how well he knows me. “Tell me the truth, Teigan.”

I let out a small sigh. “If I’m being totally honest, Sir, I’m not sure what I can take. This will be my first time being punished for pleasure in a very long time, and I’m worried that thelonger the punishment goes on, there’s more chance of my brain flicking over into a more triggering memory.”

“I see…” Evan replies, his words trailing off.

Quickly, I explain myself further. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want this though, Sir. I’m just saying I want to be cautious for the first time. If that’s okay with you?”

Evan leans over and presses a kiss against my temple, his lips ghosting along the edge as he whispers into my ear.

“All I want is to bring you pleasure. Don’t ever be scared of telling me your limitations.”

His closeness, and the way his breath tickles my ear, sends a shiver down my spine, and he chuckles as he sees my body tremble in response to him.

“Thank you, Sir. I will tell you my limitations, but I also trust you to push me.”

“I will always look after you, my Angel,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “We will do ten in total. You will count each one as you thank me. If you miss one, we will start again. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Before I’ve even got the final word out, he brings the paddle down on my left ass cheek. Though it’s not as hard a blow as the first, and I hear it before I feel it, as soon as the stinging heat spreads across my cheek, I yelp in pain.

“One. Thank you, Sir.”

He repeats his movements, using the same force on the right ass cheek this time. “Two. Thank you, Sir,” I cry out, as he soothes his palms over my burning cheeks.

He continues with this pattern for the next several blows, gradually getting more and more painful with each hit. As I reach number eight, tears are rolling down my cheeks, and I’m gasping for breath as I call out the number with my thanks.

Though I’m sure my ass is as red as a tomato, and so fucking sore, it’s nothing compared to the throbbing ache in my pussy.

With each blow, Evan has to hold me down to stop me from wiggling, as I desperately try to find even just a little friction.

He massages my sore ass, which is now painful all over thanks to him changing the positioning with each blow. Only this time, as he rubs his hand over my tingling skin, when his finger reaches my slit, he doesn’t pull back.

Very slightly, he drags the tip of his finger through my folds, and the noise that rips from my throat is a guttural moan mixed with a relieved sigh.

Evan chuckles, and I feel the deep rumble shake through me. “Tut tut. Are you getting wet while I’m punishing you, Angel? Good girls aren’t supposed to enjoy their punishments.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I am wet,” I mumble in between gasps for air as I try to gain control over my sobbing.

This time, when Evan dips his finger in, it’s more purposeful. He swipes the whole of his finger through my slit, gathering up my juices with the movement.

He holds his finger in front of me, but because of the way I’m bent over his knee, and the tears that are making my eyes blurry, I struggle to see.

“Look how wet you are. Are you enjoying getting your ass spanked this much?” he asks teasingly.

As he moves his hand, I try to see what he does, but given my position, it’s impossible. Though Evan makes it very clear what he’s doing through his noises.

“You taste so fucking sweet, Angel. Tell me how much you are enjoying yourself,” he groans, as he continues to make slurping noises as he licks his fingers clean of my juices.

“I’m so wet, my pussy is throbbing really badly. I know I’m not supposed to enjoy being punished, but I can’t help it,” Iwhimper, taking in shuddered breaths as I try to slow my heart rate down.