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While she was waiting, Lauren thought about what lay ahead for her. She had tried to keep count during the spanking and was pretty sure that she had received about 100 spanks. At least now she knew the upper limit to how many whacks of the paddle and strap she would receive. “Oh, God,” she thought, “the strap.” She’d never received the strap before and was, frankly, terrified of it.
Thankfully, Don didn’t leave her long to think about it.
“Lauren, come here. Bring your paddle.”
She shivered at the command and murmured a barely audible, “Yes, sir.” He hadn’t told her that that was necessary, but she suddenly felt it proper to not simply do as he instructed but to acknowledge out loud that she was doing things because he had told her to do them.
She shuffled away from her corner, keeping her hands behind her back until she needed to bend over and pick her paddle up off of the coffee table. Then, she shuffled over to Don, presenting him with the paddle and awaiting further instructions.
“Okay, Lauren, now bend over the back of the couch.”
She shuddered again. “Yes, sir.” At least, she thought, she wasn’t combating the terrible horniness from earlier this morning. Just that thought, though, was enough to stir a vague tingling in her nether regions.
As before, Don began without any lecture.
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! Lauren wasn’t sure . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! if it was her imagination . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! or her butt already being . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! so sore from her earlier . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! spankings, but it sure felt . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! like this was a lot harder . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! than her earlier paddling.
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! She’d been crying since . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! the third pop. . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! and now realized. . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! that her tears . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! were puddling . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! on the couch cushion . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! in front of her.
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! She shifted . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! from one foot . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! to the other . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! but it seemed . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! to have . . .
whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! no effect.
“Get up, Lauren.” She was shocked. She was sure that had only been sixty, and she had certainly expected more. After the momentary shock, though, she wasted no time in pushing herself up.
Don handed her her paddle. “Go hang up your paddle and then back to your corner.”
“Yes, sir.”
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