“Are you going to give me your hand?” he asks softly, ignoring my speech. I choke a little on a whimper but reach back to him slowly. “Good girl.” I don’t know why but I feel a thrill at his words.
With my hand pinned gently but firmly at my back and my panties down, I’m scared. He touches my bare skin, and I jump a little. He rubs.
“It’s nice and red back here, Daniela. I think we are well on the way to teaching you manners, what do you think?”
“I think I’m well educated enough. In fact, I think I have my degree. No, my PhD!” I say with a whine.
“And if it were your decision, I’d stop, but it’s not. And next time I expect a ‘yes, sir’ instead of the sauciness, understand?”
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