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and she spins around to stare at me with wide, dark eyes.
    "Bend over the sofa," I tell her.
    Her pulse pounds visibly in her throat. "Why?"
    I let a humorless smile twist my mouth. "You know why."
    A silent battle is waged between us. She has the option to walk away, probably should walk away, and she knows it. Oh, but she wants my punishment. She wants me. She hates it, but she's about to forget everything but the feel of my hand.
    "You don't have the right," she whispers. "Why should I?"
    "Because you want it so bad you don't care who gives it to you," I tell her. "Bad girls can't be choosers."
    She laughs, low and throaty. "You think it would be hard to find a guy on Craigslist to spank me, if that's what I really wanted?"
    "So get the fuck out, then," I tell her, calmly. The tone is probably somewhat belied by my ridiculous hard-on, but there's nothing to be done about that.  
    She just glares at me.
    "That's what I thought." I smirk. "Bend over and take your punishment."
    And she does. I don't know how many guys she's done this with since we were together, but she sure knows how to assume the position like a champ.
    "Let's try again." I tug lightly on the panties. "Who are these for?"
    "None of your business," she repeats.
    I draw my hand back, and I spank her.  
    The involuntary noise that escapes from her throat just makes me throb harder. It's part pain, part shock, and all arousal. Without even realizing it, she arches her back as much as the corset allows, really displaying her ass to me like the gift that it is. I reach up and fumble with the ribbons, loosening it just enough to really let her express herself.
    "Who are these for?"
    "Nobody."
    Smack.
    "Who are these for?"
    "It doesn't matter."
    Smack.
    "Who are these for?"  
    "Me."
    Smack.
    "Who are these for?"
    "Fuck you."
    Smack.
    "Maybe, if you're lucky. Who are these for?"
    She falls silent. I pick up my pace. One, two, three, four, five, in quick succession, each one harder than the last.  
    She whimpers.
    "Who are these for?" I lay my palm flat on her ass, grabbing a handful of quickly reddening flesh. "You better get it right."
    "You," she whispers, at last.
    I didn't know that was the answer I was looking for. But it tells me what I need to know. She's surrendering to me, at least for tonight. At least for now.
    I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her upright. My body's pressed tight against hers, cock aching to be let free, but I don't. Not yet.
    ***
    Lissy

    "Tell me now if you don't want this." His voice rasps in my ear, and it's a useless thing to say because he knows I can't. I'm incapable. I moan softly as his fingers finally slip underneath the waistband of my panties, sliding down and dipping in just enough to feel how hot and wet I am.
    I'm beyond turned on, and he knows it. I both hear and feel the sharp intake of breath as he explores my swollen lips, fingers finally stroking along either side of the hard bud at the apex. I cry out softly, knees buckling.
    I wonder if he's thinking about the fact that I was never like this before. Not for him. He's never felt me this needy, never experienced my body turned up to such a fever pitch.  
    "You want to come?" he asks, softly, almost sing-songy like this is some kind of fucking game. It's not about what I want anymore. I'm aching, deep in my pelvis - is this what it feels like when girls get blue balls?
    "Fuck you," I grit out, and he chuckles.  
    His fingers press harder against my most sensitive spot, and I gasp, pressing my ass against him, feeling his cock twitch heavily in response. He ruts against me for a moment, seeming to lose himself, before he remembers that he's supposed to be teasing me.
    "All right, then," he pants, and I begin to realize he's almost in the same state I am. Fuck if that doesn't take me a notch higher, my blood pulsing in my veins, head swimming. "Come for me."
    He rubs slowly but firmly, in little circles. Normally I need more. More speed, more rhythm, just more.