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She was wet enough to take both without resistance, her pussy clenching while my other palm rested over the heat I’d left across her ass.

“Fuck, Mouse.”

I curled my fingers.

Her hips bucked.

“There?”

“Yes.”

I stroked the same spot again, then dragged my thumb over her clit.

Her breath broke and I smacked her ass.

She jerked hard against me.

“That hurts.”

“Aye.”

My fingers kept moving inside her.

Another slap.

“Stop trying to get away from the sting, Mouse. Feel it.” I worked my fingers deeper as my thumb circled her clit. “Your ass is burning, but look what it’s doing to this soaking pussy. Every time my hand comes down, you get wetter.”

She twisted her hips, trying to escape the next smack.

I held her firmly across my thighs. “Don’t fight one sensation while chasing the other. Let the pain feed the pleasure. Trust me and take both.”

Her fingers dug into the bedding.

I circled her clit while slowly pumping my fingers.

I slapped her again.

She gasped, but this time she didn’t try to pull away.

“That’s it. Feel the burn, then feel my fingers inside you. Let them work together until you can’t tell which one is pushing you higher.”

My fingers curled inside her.

“Let it turn hot.”

Another smack landed.

Her body rocked forward with it, then back against my hand.

There.

She was beginning to understand.

The pain was still pain, sharp enough that her ass would remind her tomorrow exactly what she’d earned tonight. But instead of fighting the sting, her body was starting to use it, the pleasure building faster every time my hand came down.

I spanked her again.

Her gasp melted into a moan.