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Taken and Had
(Author Unknown)

    She casts me a look, then leans forward and her balance goes as she rises up on her knees. I haul her forward and she groans as she tries to follow. She slides off the cushion and I pull her against my thigh. Her head goes forward and I reach down, cup her bottom, and haul her up as I slide my leg under her. I lift my leg and haul on her butt and I slip her over my leg. When I lift it unbalances her and she grunts as she wriggles across my leg. I tote her higher and slide her forward with a palm across her ass. I feel her weight on my leg and I brace it, then slide her forward until her shoulders hang down across the other side of me and her hips come up hard against my thigh. Draped so ignominiously across my leg with her head down, her butt raises up into the air and her feet brace on the floor. Her buttocks, arched so delectably high, form a heart shaped perfect target that just begs for the grace of my itchy palm.

    I stroke my hand across her ass slowly, feel the warm roundness of her skin against my palm. "Now slut," I tell her. "You are getting spanked because your teeth keep scraping my cock when you suck me, and that is simply not acceptable. While you are taking my hand across your ass, I want you to think about what you've done wrong, and how hard you must work to keep those teeth out of the way when I am fucking your face with my delectable thick slice of cake, which I know you love so well in that pie hole of yours. Do you follow me Lenora?"

    Her breath hitches at the use of her name, as if it brings home the seriousness of the punishment to her. I see her arms tremble as she fights her restraints for just a second, and then gives herself up to them. "Yes Sir I-" she gasps as I smack her ass hard.

    "Yes Master," I correct gently.

    "Yes Master," she agrees. "I'm sorry Master. I will learn, I promise."

    "Yes you will," I agree softly. I pat her on the ass. "Ready to be spanked?"

    "Yes Master," she agrees.

    I take hold of her bound arms with one hand and lift her to the angle I want her. Then I lift my other hand high, and slam it down across her upturned cheeks. She stiffens and bucks a little at the flare of pain, and I see the red print of my palm bloom almost immediately, bisected by the cleft of her cheeks. She gasps and I slap her again on the ass in the same place. She goes stiff again just as she stars to relax, and I rub the sore spot. "That's it bitch, you take it."

    "Yes Mas- " she starts, but sobs sharply as I smack her again, this time on the upper slope of her left cheek.

    I hit her again, on the lower slope of the other cheek, then I stroke my hand across the place I hit her. I reach down, take hold of the huge roundness of her buttock where the sore spot is and grip it hard until she sobs. I ease the pressure, squeeze again, then let go and bring my hand up, and back down across the slope of her cheek. The sound of the slap rings though the room and she moans in pain. The red bloom turns redder for a moment, then begins to whiten. I can clearly see the fingers of my hand across the crease of her buttocks, half on one cheek, half on the other.

    I can feel her sobs in her big belly and I lift my knee higher. She wheezes as I arch her under me and I pull on her arms, then I hit her again, hard across the breadth of her right cheek. "Yeah that's it, you take it," I encourage her.

    "Ye ye yes Ma-" I wait for it and then hit her again hard so she sobs, then I follow it with some lighter slaps across each cheek, first the right, then the left and the left again and the right, before I give her another hard blow right across the underside of her buttocks where the split is deepest. She sobs as it turns stark white under the force of the blow.

    I hit her there again, and then again, each harder than the last, and she begins to cry. The sobs rack her body and I let go of her arms, smooth her hair back from her face and cup her chin to hold her head up. I hit her there again, and then again, and the white spot turns a darker purple as it suffuses with blood. I reach down, pinch the spot I have been hitting and she bucks silently in resistance to the pain. She goes still, accepting, as I increase the pressure. I let go of the pinch and watch it slowly turn darker. I hit her again, once, and she holds still for it. I can see she has given in to the pain, let it sweep through her. I smooth the spot under the palm of my hand and feel her tremble, then hold still. "That's it, that's a good slave," I tell her.

    I rub the broken blood vessels away and watch the white spot turn purple as it fills with blood under the skin. She has been well spanked, that spot will be sensitive for the next few days, and touching her there will make her flinch and squeal. The pain will remind her of the lesson, and the lesson will be reinforced with each flare of pain. "Did you learn your lesson girl?" I ask her softly.

    "Yes Master," she answers, just a softly.