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between her legs.
Penny pressed her face into a pillow. Why wasn t he spanking her already? Or at least
fucking her? Waiting was torture, but trying to talk while aroused&
 Why? she asked.
She heard the air whip, and the belt connected to her ass. The sting threw her off guard,
so much more than his hand or that little ruler he d been teasing her with.
 Why? he repeated her question.  Because no woman I spend so much time and energy
on has anything to be ashamed of.
He landed the belt again.
 Thank you! She pulled on the ropes but didn t want to leave. Her brain felt scrambled.
Did she just thank him for the belt or saying she was worthy of his time?
The man had skills. Until now, she hadn t paused to appreciate them. No doubt, he d
used them on many grateful women. The control and patience he had to deal with someone so
new and inexperience amazed her.
 Why me? she asked.
He kissed her sore cheeks. Penny watched him and saw the smile on his face.
 Why not you? Why are you a fashion designer? We are who we are and want what we
want. We find a purpose and a passion as we go through life. He carefully touched where the
belt had struck, and she lifted for more.
 I m a plus-size designer.
 Is that qualifier important? Grayson tongued over a belt mark.
 More, she said.
 Answer me. He spanked her ass with his hand.
Tears welled in her eyes at the deep sting.  I don t know. My stuff isn t in the
mainstream.
 You need to point it out? Apologize for it? He gave her another swing with the belt.
Penny yelped and rocked forward.  I don t know. It s not the same.
 Had enough? He massaged her hips.  You did ask for more.
 Enough. She caught her breath. The throbbing of her ass felt so good. She wouldn t
take back that last stroke if she could.
 So now it s time for the truth. He folded the belt and snapped it so it cracked.
She jumped, but nothing touched her.
 Do you want to design fashions for the average, skinny woman? Obviously, you possess
the skills and creativity. Why don t you? He punctuated his questions with another snap of the
belt.
Penny closed her eyes. No time to think of the right answers. She blurted,  No, they have
enough.
 Enough designers? he asked.
 Yes and clothes. Everything is made for them. As child, she d hated the limited clothes,
and as a teen, it was a million times worse. You couldn t really be in fashion.
 So you chose to shun the traditional, zero-size model and follow your own path. That s
courageous.
Penny trembled.  I m doing what I know best.
 And succeeding where others have failed. Is it easy? he asked.
She shook her head.  No, it s hard work.
 Relationships are, especially this special type of sexual relationship. This is work, too.
Can you submit? Can you commit to it? he asked.
 I don t think I understand the question, she said.
 Then it s not the time for it. He put the belt on the bed and came around to her head.
 Don t, please. Don t untie me. I need this.
 Need what?
She almost begged him to fuck her, but when his long, hard cock bobbed in front of her
so casually, she wanted it here and now. It mesmerized her. The insatiable need to taste him and
please him took over.
Grayson slid between her and the headboard, sitting there.  Suck me off. But we re not
done with this morning s sessions. Not by half.
Penny licked his sac but paused and looked up at him.  You re sure you want me to?
There was no need to ruin his plans.
His hand tangled in her hair.  Punishing you clearly arouses me. He pulled her head to
his shaft.
She licked the tip and toyed with it until his grip on her hair tightened. Penny slowly
sucked him down in her throat. The hot and pulsing erection only made her cunt cream for
attention. Right now, she needed to please him.
He rested his head back on the headboard as she took him all and licked his balls. The
natural skills she had dazzled him. Yet, her ass was tender, and he knew no one had ever
disciplined her.
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