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than I should have, although I didn t hurt her, not really. I started
slowly, warmed her up a bit before I really lit into her. When I
began to spank her harder, she whined first, then cried out, then
frantically reached back to cover herself.
No, I said. You know better.
You re hurting me! It really hurts!
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7. Why It Hurts
It s supposed to hurt, Wednesday. It s a spanking.
She moaned softly, pressing her cheek against my leg.
Please... she begged, wiggling her now-reddened bottom in
my lap.
Nice try. Did that work with Vincent?
No.
And it won t work with me either. Give me your hand. I ll
help you keep it out of the way if you don t have the self-
discipline to do it yourself.
I took her small hand in mine and pulled her arm up across
her back. It s okay, I ll hold you. Don t worry, I won t let go.
After that, it didn t take long to break her down. She was
already crying penitent tears for the stunt with her hand. The
more real her crying became, the softer it got, and the more tears
fell, so it wasn t hard for me to judge. She struggled just a bit,
fought against me when the pain was hard for her, but when it
got too much, she ceased to struggle at all, and only her little fist
in mine clenched and unclenched frantically.
Okay, Wednesday, I relented then. Okay. That s all for
now. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her lovely tears. It s
okay now. It s okay. You re my good girl, aren t you? You took
that very well.
I...I tried to, Daniel, she stammered. But it hurt.
Yes, it tends to, I said, pulling her closer. It didn t hurt
that much though, surely. I think you re just a crier.
It hurt a lot.
Well, you know why it hurts, don t you, Wednesday? Why I
hurt you?
She buried her head in my neck. I could feel the wet tears
there. It seemed so intimate, her hot tears against my skin. She
nodded. Yes.
Why?
Because you care about me?
No. Because I love you. Yes, because I care about you very
much, and I want you to know that, and remember it later, when
I m not around.
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She shifted her sore ass cheeks on my lap. I don t think that
will be a problem.
She looked down, noticing what I was already well aware of,
my endless erection rising again. I tossed her back onto the bed
and turned her onto her tummy. God, that beautiful ass. I took a
moment to kiss each reddened cheek before I reached for a
condom and nestled between her legs. One hand slid down to
find her center and part her gently, stroking her clit. She was so
wet for me. I whispered next to her ear, You re mine, aren t
you? You re mine.
Yes, Daniel. She squirmed under my touch, moving her
hips back against me as much as she could.
No, wait. I know you want it. You just be patient.
I smiled at her plaintive moan. I teased her some more, just
for fun, stroking her, trailing my fingertips through her swollen,
soaked pussy lips. I could feel her breath grow more and more
erratic under my chest. I dipped inside her just a little, enough to
addle her.
Daniel, please!
No, not yet. I teased her again, entering minutely, so she
writhed under me, helplessly bucking against me when I backed
away.
Please!
Does it feel good, Wednesday?
Yes, yes! Please, Daniel, please
Please, what? Say it. Beg me. I want you to fuck me.
God, please, I want you!
Daniel, I want you to fuck me. I teased her again with the
tip of my cock.
Daniel, I want you to fuck me! she pleaded.
I twisted my fingers in her hair and pulled, whispering in her
ear as she trembled under me.
Will you be a good girl if I give you what you want? Will
you behave?
Yes, yes, yes! she said, twisting under me.
Stop fidgeting, I snapped. Lie still. Don t be naughty.
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7. Why It Hurts
She fell still under me, breathless, waiting.
Good girl. I entered her slowly, a half inch, an inch at a
time, until I was finally completely seated in her. Good girl. Be
still. Just let me fuck you. Let me go deep, let me feel you.
She made a sound, half-groan, half-sob, as I held her and
sawed steadily in and out. I could feel her warm pussy holding
me, gripping me. I looked down in wonder at her tight, round ass
straining back against me.
Daniel!
Shhh...shhh, I soothed her. You wait for me.
I fingered her clit, stroking it in rhythm with my deep thrusts.
No, don t come yet. Not yet. I was having a hard time
drawing it out, but she had it worse. She was actually holding her
breath.
I suppose it was cruel to hold her back that way. Wednesday
must have had some special gift of nerves or anatomy that made
it impossible for her not to come. But she tried, she tried so hard,
and it touched me, how she tried.
Okay, I answered to her frantic breaths. Soon.
I never wanted to stop. I never wanted to stop fucking her.
My hand left her clit to stray up the curve of her hip, to the small
of her back arching under me, then up to her nipples, hard as
little stones. I pinched one, and was rewarded with a throaty yelp
and renewed begging.
God, oh God, please! She was really desperate now.
Okay, I sighed, feigning impatience. Come if you must,
you ridiculous girl.
She flew to pieces, went absolutely wild under me, and I
loved every second of it. The snapping of her hips and her open-
mouthed gasps tipped me over the edge, and I came too, bucking
inside her like an animal.
We lay together afterwards, my front to her back, my fingers
twisted in her hair. She smelled like sex and sugar. She was hot
like fire under my hands. I turned her head to me and kissed her
lovely lips again and again. I kissed her until she could barely
breathe, just to feel her gasp and come up for air.
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8. Progress
Jesus, I had work to do, but I couldn t do it. She haunted me
every fucking minute of every day. I had pages to write,
dialogue, scenes, real work to do, but all I could think of was:
Daniel: I want to fuck you.
Wednesday: Yes, Daniel.
So here I was, pulling my hair out from lusting after her.
Thank God I was seeing her tonight. It had been a ridiculously
long three days.
Three days.
Three days and I was just about driven to madness. Pathetic.
Okay. I was going to call her. I would talk to her just a little
while, and then I d buckle down, get my work done before our
date tonight. I had to call her anyway to see if she d gotten my
gift. I put my hand on the phone, but it rang as soon as I touched
it. Crap, it would be Wiseman calling about the pages. They
were almost, almost done. I thought quickly of some excuses.
I ve been sick. Well, in a way that was true, if being heart-sick
for a sexy, come-crazy siren counted.
8. Progress
Maybe it was Wednesday calling. Fuck, she never called me.
She waited for me to call her. I frowned and picked up the
receiver.
Hello, Daniel Laurent speaking.
Daniel.
Oh. Hello.
How are you?
I m fine. And you?
I m doing great. And how is our Wednesday?
Our Wednesday? I don t think so, you old lecher. I bit my
tongue, hard. He had passed her on to me, which I suppose
deserved some gratitude, and some limited polite conversation,
however insincere. Hell, he probably hated me every bit as much
as I hated him.
So, I said, to what do I owe this unexpected call?
You promised to keep in touch with me. That was one of the
terms of our deal, was it not?
Listen, Vincent, I m not one of your shrinking subs, so I d
appreciate you not taking that tone with me.
Did we or did we not agree you would keep me apprised of
Wednesday s well-being?
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