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I guess we’ve both been on each other’s mind for longer than we wanted to admit.

I didn’t imagine a relationship or anything like that.

He was just the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and I felt that flutter , even then.

The flutter made me follow him, but I chickened out.

I’m not going to chicken out this time. I’d like to see where this goes, too.

“Okay, Big Boyd,” I sigh, leaning back so I can look him in the eyes. “I guess I’m ready for my spanking.”

I’m a little scared of what comes after the spanking. He gets to choose what happens next, and then I have to beg for—that’s a bridge to cross when it happens. The way there goes right across his powerful thighs, so he can punish me for touching myself without permission.

Boyd shifts on the bed until he’s sitting up with his back against the headboard. The arousal is already pooling between my thighs, even though I know the spanking will hurt.

“Right here,” Boyd says, patting his lap.

He still has a playful look on his face. Maybe this spanking won’t be as bad as the one I got this morning. I turn and lie across his lap, feeling extremely vulnerable, but unable to stop the excitement that builds. The arousal definitely doesn’t feel traitorous now.

I feel Boyd getting hard again as he moves me into the right position. His thick cock presses against my belly and heat radiates from my core that causes my walls to shudder. I’m already anticipating what it will feel like when he’s inside me more than the sting of the spanking I’m about to get.

“Bad little girl,” Boyd scolds playfully, putting his heavy, callused hand on my ass. “Touching yourself without permission. You should have known better.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, even though I barely mean it.

Boyd’s hand pulls away and returns with a stinging slap.

My arms and legs spider in surprise, because it lands a lot harder than I expect.

I immediately start squirming as the new few stinging slaps smack my bottom.

I’m still a little sore from this morning, so it doesn’t take much for the fresh stinging sensations to blend with soreness from earlier.

“Ow, ow,” I whimper. “Don’t forget I got a spanking this morning, too!”

“You think I should go easier on you because you’ve earned two spankings in the same day?” he asks, spanking my sit spots and the back of my thighs.

“Boyd, please!” I whine, kicking my feet in response to the new few hard slaps. “It hurts!”

My protests do nothing to stop the spanking. The stinging slaps continue while I kick, squirm, and smear my arousal all over his bare thighs. The more I squirm, the harder he seems to get.

“Tell me who this pretty little pussy belongs to,” Boyd demands, pulling my legs apart and slapping my wet folds.

A rush of arousal meets his hand, and my core pulsates with so much heat it makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey! No!” I squeal, trying to close my legs, but he keeps them open and delivers more of the maddening slaps to my delicate pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growls.

I jump and jolt each time he slaps my sensitive labia and swollen clit. The arousal keeps building. The heat keeps rushing through my body. The tension makes me shake.

“You, Boyd!” I squeal. “You!”

“It doesn’t sound like you mean it,” he says, slapping the back of my thighs and both cheeks before cupping my pussy and rubbing it. “Make me believe it, Sarah.”

I gasp and groan while Boyd’s thick fingers rub my stinging folds and tease my wet entrance. Mean it? That’s so much more complicated than words. More of a commitment than seeing where this is going.

But deep down, I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

Nobody else has ever given me the flutter like Big Boyd.

I don’t fully understand what is happening inside me, but I like it.

I like spending time with him, and I certainly don’t mind being in this position, even if my ass is stinging and my pussy is on fire—from the slaps and from his fingers that are still moving along my slickness.

Another firm slap across my tender folds forces the answer out of me.

“I’m yours!” I blurt out. “All yours!”

“Good girl,” he praises, and it’s like a gentle tease that makes me feel tingly for a different reason. “This pretty little pussy is all mine, isn’t it, Sarah? I want to hear you say it.”

“I already did,” I groan, squirming against him.

“No,” he scolds, slapping my folds. “Say it the way you’re supposed to.”

The way I’m supposed to? I’m not sure what that means. I get a few more stinging slaps while I ponder it, so I force out an answer.

“My pretty little pussy belongs to…” I whimper. “Big Boyd!”

“Good girl,” he repeats, digging his finger into my folds and forcing my back to arch enough for him to grab my hair and pull my ear against his lips.

“Because that’s what I choose, Sarah. I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you scream.

Get on your knees, stick your ass out like a good girl, and show me what is mine. ”

Boyd lets go of my hair and pushes me forward. I look back at him and see intensity burning in his glare.

I’m his.

And he’s going to claim what is his .