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CHAPTER LlX

“Stand up.”

As Richard stood, his fully erxct member swayed slightly in the air. While Courtney’s attention briefly flickered away, he stole a glance at the items laid out on the bench.

Courtney grabbed Richard’s unrestrained cock with a firm grip.

“Ugh…!”

When she pulled him closer, his body followed naturally. Courtney placed a ring atop the head of his already slick member.

“Since you’re being punished today, you can’t just let yourself come whenever you want, understood?”

“Yes… Ah…”

Without hesitation, she slid the ring down his shxft. Once it was securely at the base, she rubbed the outer part of the ring, and the split section magically sealed itself with a soft click. It was an incredibly intricate bit of magic, though its purpose was quite mundane—a simple device to prevent ejxculxtion through sheer physical pressure.

The silver ring buried within his thick, coarse hair looked strange, almost out of place. Richard exhaled sharply at the sensation of the pressure. Courtney savored the small victory. Tonight, she was undoubtedly in control. She was well-prepared, while Richard remained clueless about her plan.

She spread her legs a little wider, and his eyes naturally gravitated toward the space between them, concealed by the slip she wore. However, he wouldn’t get a taste of that without facing some trials first. Courtney tapped her knee lightly with her palm.

“Lie down.”

Richard hesitated for a moment. Her legs looked far too slender to support his large frame. But the temptation was too overwhelming to resist.

After a brief pause, he awkwardly draped himself over her lap, his belly resting on her legs, though his shoulders and lower half spilled over onto the bed. It was a ridiculous sight—a large man with his a*s in the air, lying across a woman’s lap. Neither of them laughed, though.

Courtney picked up the short black paddle that Richard had sent to her family’s estate. It was the first item he’d bought, so perhaps it held some significance for him. In any case, she intended to use it properly tonight.

Recalling the lines she had practiced from her reading, she began.

“Since you’ve misbehaved, I won’t set a limit on the number of strikes today. Instead, count each strike aloud. After every tenth strike, say, ‘Thank you.’ Understood?”

Richard took a deep breath. The scenario she had prepared was perfectly classic. A lap spanking, counting, and expressions of gratitude.

It was exactly as he had imagined in his fantasies. Richard could hardly contain his excitement.

But there was no time for him to revel in the moment. Thwack—! Courtney brought the paddle down on the outer part of his buttocks.

“Ugh.”

“When I speak, you respond immediately.”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

Courtney, more surprised than Richard by the sound, hadn’t expected it to be so loud. Her hand tingled from the impact. Her heart raced as she struggled to maintain a composed façade.

But soon, an odd sense of satisfaction washed over her—a growing sense of control she was becoming familiar with. Her heart pounded faster and faster. She gazed down at the man lying obediently across her lap.

Even after just one strike, she could tell he was more excited than ever. The evidence was pressing into her thigh—his cock swelling to its maximum size. The anti-ejxculxtion ring did its job, yet precxm still dripped from his tip, dampening her leg. Courtney raised the paddle once more and brought it down swiftly.

Thud—this time, she struck his buttocks directly, but the sound was still dull. Though his buttocks had more flesh, Richard’s muscular build absorbed much of the impact.

“One…”

Richard’s voice trembled as he counted the first strike, a mixture of arousal and pain in his tone.

Courtney rubbed the area she had just struck with the flat of the paddle. The redness didn’t rise as quickly as it had when she’d used the riding crop. She now understood why the paddle made a loud sound but caused less pain.

However, Courtney realized the real challenge lay with… herself. She was enjoying it, but it took a surprising amount of effort. If she got too carried away, she’d tire herself out. She adjusted her rhythm and force before delivering another blow.

“Two… Hngh…”

A shiver ran down her spine. His groans, his body’s involuntary twitches—even the twinge in her arm—everything combined into a singular rush of pleasure that coursed up her spine.

She wanted to savor this feeling a little longer.

It reminded her of the first time she had drunk alcohol—a feeling of being slightly drunk. Fully immersed in this euphoria, Courtney brought the paddle down several times in quick succession. Three. Four. With each count, Richard’s breathing grew more labored.

“F…aah…ive…”

Richard’s hips bucked uncontrollably. His pleasure was clear. His throbbing erxctixn rubbed insistently against her soft thighs. Courtney, her voice laced with mockery, asked,

“Are you trying to get off by yourself?”

“No— No, Master.”

“Should I start spanking your front instead?”

“No, please… I’m sorry.”

Her menacing suggestion prompted a hasty apology from him.

But the hint of excitement in his voice couldn’t be entirely hidden.