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Someone’s hand stroked over her buttocks. She wasn’t sure whose but it was big and the skin slightly rough. It could have been her master’s as he had calluses on his palms from his physical job, but because she had no idea about Kyle’s it could have been his too.

She moved her hips from left to right and clenched her internal muscles; they were a little twitchy from not having had the chance to orgasm. Maybe, if the breadboard was a severe implement and she took it well, Rupert would sate her needs sooner rather than later.

“Keep still, sub,” Rupert said.

The hand on her arse moved up to her lower back and held her in place, pressing her into the table.

“Go ahead, my friend,” Rupert said. “Give her what she needs.”

Lottie curled her toes on the floor, angling her feet together. This was always a delicious moment, when Rupert allowed another man to dominate her, and she relished it. It was part humiliation, part pleasure at relinquishing herself so utterly to her master. She really and truly was his. He could do as he wished with her and she trusted him entirely.

She was aware of the board searing through the air and held her breath.

It collided with her skin in one huge blast of sharp, hot pain.

She yelped, unable to hold it in.

“Good girl,” Rupert said. He stroked over her arse; she was sure it was him, she wanted it to be him. “That’s the worst one over with.”

He lifted his hand. Within a second another resounding smack spread across both of her buttocks.

Again she cried out. Though the shock of the one wide block of pain wasn’t as surprising this time.

“It’s very pleasing,” Kyle said, “the redness is blooming already.”

“Indeed.”

Another hard thwack.

Lottie screwed up her eyes and bit on her bottom lip. Crying out would be a reason for more punishment if she wasn’t careful. But damn, that breadboard hurt. Unlike a hand that only connected with a small amount of flesh, this one collided with practically her entire arse.

Again she was hit, this time with a force that jolted her up the table.

Rupert pressed harder against the base of her back, holding her in place.

She employed her usual technique of melting into herself, allowing the endorphins to swirl through her bloodstream and in her brain. She adored the natural high they gave her both during and after a spanking. It had become quite addictive, which was one of the reasons this was their way of life.

“Ah, yeah, that’s good,” Rupert murmured by her ear. “Keep taking it.”