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“Two.” A tear fell from my eyes. He rubbed my ass and hit me quickly this time. “Three.” I shouted when it stung, and I was convinced that one was going to leave a mark. He rubbed it again, lifting his hand and held it for a second or three before letting it come down hard on my soft skin. “Four.” I counted, and I realized my nip.ples were standing erect with arousal, what the hell??!! He rubbed my ass, which I had now become used to as part of the ritual. Lifting his hand, he held it for a count of at least ten. When it came down on my soft skin, I felt the pain of it all through my muscles, letting out a scream. “FIVE!” Then I burst out into tears. He stayed in this position and I heard the clip of a bottle top, his hands rubbed together and then the soothing feeling of cream on my
