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away. Her body was as much surrendered to her fate as was
her mind. As her fantasy began to cross the forbidden line of
reality, her stomach tightened and her vagina contracted
powerfully.
    Only when James had seated
himself on the couch and was looking up at her did she feel the
first twinges of embarrassment and anxiety.
    She found her voice. “Maybe we
should talk about this.”
    James shook his head. “Time for
talking is over.”
    He positioned her between his
legs and pulled her down until she was jack-knifed over his thigh,
her hands coming to rest on the floor. His other leg clamped her
legs immobile. His arm went across her waist and her hip was firmly
grasped.
    She whimpered when James pushed
her robe and nightie to the centre of her back, knowing that he was
seeing more of her than he ever had. The useless thong, and the
angle at which he held her, offered him an uninterrupted view of
her buttocks and vagina.
    Pushing her legs together and
tightening her buttocks, Mairead tried to restore some dignity but
her attempt was quickly defeated.
    James patted her bottom. “Don’t
stiffen up like that or you will end up with bruising. I will grant
you the one concession of leaving your thread of underwear in
place, but don’t push your luck.”
    Mairead was quickly regretting
allowing her vagina to dictate to her brain. When she remained
stiffened, James slapped the back of her thigh.
    Her mouth fell open, “Ouch. That
really hurt.”
    “The back of the thighs is
tender. If you don’t want any more there, then relax your bottom
and take what’s coming to you.”
    Mairead knew there was no
turning back. She had asked for this and James was going to
deliver. Reluctantly she complied and waited for the onslaught.
    The spanking did not begin.
James was caressing and gently squeezing her cheeks, allowing an
uncomfortable trickle of moisture to reach her pulsating clitoris.
Mairead had to press her mouth tightly shut to keep herself from
moaning.
    James spoke quietly to her.
“Tell me not to do this Mairead and I won’t.”
    A long silence was all the
invitation he needed. His hand snapped down firmly on one cheek and
then the other. It was the start of a rhythm that continued solidly
for the next two minutes.
    “Mairead gritted her teeth as
each painful slap registered. Her bottom was burning and stinging
but it was not unbearable. With her clitoris pressing and rubbing
against a seam in his jeans, her arousal was dominating her
pain.
    James stopped and rubbed her
cheeks. “Your bottom is quite pink now. I think you’re warmed up
enough.”
    Mairead sighed deeply with
relief. She had survived and an orgasm was imminent. A quick visit
to the bedroom would bring unmeasurable relief but instead of
letting her up, James took a firmer grip on her.
    His arm pushed into her lower
back causing her to tilt her bottom higher. His hand grasped her
thigh and he pulled her tighter against his body. Mairead gasped
and tried to struggle as she suddenly realised what James had meant
by ‘warmed up.’
    “James please,” Mairead pleaded,
“I’m more than convinced that you care about me and we are
definitely friends. I mean, I wouldn’t be lying here if we were
strangers, would I? And as for profanity... well that’s just not
going to happen anymore.”
    “That is very inspiring
Mairead.” Some amusement was mingled with his praise. “But I’m
afraid it’s come down to a question of colour.”
    “What the hell...” Mairead
quickly corrected herself. “What do you mean by colour?”
    His hand was caressing her
again. “When you showed me those cherries today, I must admit I did
wonder which shade of them I liked the best.”
    Mairead groaned. “I reckon the
ones that weren’t quite ripe, you know just pink, much like I am
now.”
    James laughed. “The dark ones
certainly held no appeal to me but I believe the ones I liked the
most were those bright red ones, bordering on scarlet.”
    “James, please,”