The Mirror Room

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I braced myself for the inevitable whack of the wooden paddle. I'd been a defiant girl, just like I always am. A brat, as he calls me. But the anticipation of the pain mixed with the heat radiating off his body was causing a different kind of heat to pool between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet as he reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling it tightly. "You know you deserve this," he growled in my ear. I moaned in response, my body betraying me as I pushed my ass out further, craving the sting of the paddle. He grinned, knowing full well how much I enjoyed this punishment. The first whack landed with a loud smack, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. My body shook as he delivered blow after blow, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Are you learning? Have yo

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