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Once we're in the boathouse, I flick the lights on and head up the stairs to the attic, still carrying Anastasia over my shoulder like some prehistoric caveman. We're about as remote as we can be from the house now. Good. We need to be. I am so fucking turned on, so fucking angry, and so fucking frustrated with Ana that it's best we're at some distance from my family so that I can deal with her.
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At least I know that once I've given her the spanking and fucking she's earned, I'll feel calmer. As I've been carrying her, I've been deciding how many strokes I'll give her. Last time I gave her eighteen strokes for her punishment spanking, and she deserves at least that amount again. But she's going to get off lightly because I know we can't be away from the house for too long, and we have to go back and face everyone. So I guess I'll have to settle for only giving her six this time, with a really good hard punishment fuck to follow. Then I'll be able to think more clearly.
I set Anastasia down on the floor. Just as I'm about to take her over to the couch ready to start her spanking, I look down into her face. She's wide eyed as she stares back up at me - like a deer being stalked by a wolf.
"Please don't hit me," she whispers.
I'm stopped dead in my tracks by her whispered plea.
"I don't want you to spank me, not here, not now. Please don't."
I'm shocked, speechless. No woman has ever said no to me before. No sub has refused to be spanked - ever. And what she does next completely derails me. She tentatively reaches up and runs her fingers down my cheek, along the edge of my sideburn, then down to the stubble on my chin. She takes my breath away because her touch is soft, tender and loving. It reaches right into my very being, and I'm lost as I close my eyes to lean into her sweet touch.
Then she reaches up with her other hand and knots her fingers in my hair, and I can't help myself, I'm moaning softly. It's literally as if her touch is casting a spell over me, and I'm powerless to resist it. I'm spellbound.
She steps up flush against me, and then gently pulls on my hair to bring my mouth down to hers. As she kisses me, she works her tongue in between my lips and into my mouth. I groan and pull her into my arms, letting the passion she's unleashing take hold, as I kiss her back with a ferocity fuelled by my frustration and my anger. Then I come to my senses, and manage to pull back from her bewitchment.
