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Punish Me: a taboo stepfather stepdaughter discipline romance
(L.A. Cox)

He slaps me again, not as hard this time, brushing his hand over my ass before drawing back and spanking my cheeks, again and again. Slow, long, lazy strokes, rhythmically over and over. It's like a wave, like when I come, the sensation washing over me. I lie flat and still and try not to wriggle.



There's a sudden hard slap again. I whimper. Then his voice is above me, curt and clipped.



'Now you're warmed up,' he says, 'there's punishment to be had.'



I can't help myself and I jerk up, my shoulders straining against the bonds. But I'm fastened tight to the bed and I can't move more than a couple of inches.



'Lie down!' he snaps. 'Now!'



I wriggle back into place. There's instant relief from my shoulders, but any relief is fleeting. My palms are clammy and my heart is thudding.



Punishment? Why? What have I done?



I don't know. I really don't know.



More to the point, what's he going to do to me?



He's close to me again, kneeling on the floor by the bed, leaning in. I can see him from the corner of my eye.



'Look at me,' he says.



I turn my head. His eyes are narrowed, boring into mine. Whatever it is I've done ??" he thinks I've done, he means business. 



I'm in big trouble here. And I know it's going to hurt...