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wasn't sure why, but he was pretty positive that if he dipped his finger into her pussy, it would be instantly coated in her juices of arousal. Her breathing revealed much more than just fear of the upcoming punishment.
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    Elodie was absolutely mortified. She had begun to reconcile herself with the idea that he might spank her—that she'd have to lie over his lap and feel his hand connecting with her bottom, but her mind had sterilized it nicely for her, so that she didn't have to deal with the more intimate, or painful, aspects of being put in that position.
    But here she was, and it was intimate enough when they were both fully clothed. Then he reached around under her and undid the button and zipper of her jeans, and before she could even manage a wiggle of protest, her pants and panties were around her calves.
    Oh God! I am completely bare and he can see everything!
    Before she knew it, the first swat descended, exploding on her bare flesh and making her draw in a deep breath with which to throw her head back and squall, but then the second and third and fourth smacks came along, and he settled into a rhythm that she knew was going to be trouble, and she didn't have a chance to dwell on the spike that was poking up from beneath her into her tummy.
    "No! Stop! Please! Clay!" There was nothing she could do. She was over his lap, bare bottomed, in the house that he and April had shared. His hand—broad as a barn and hard as a plank of redwood—was descending over and over onto her well-rounded butt.
    Whatever fantasies Elodie might have indulged in regarding what being spanked would be like, were nothing in comparison to the real thing. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could read—online or otherwise—nothing that she could have heard from April about it that would have prepared her for what it was really like to feel two thick thighs beneath her ribcage, supporting her as his left arm lay lightly over the small of her back, trapping her in place as easily and naturally as could be.
    She had never felt more vulnerable in her life. Not even when her ex-husband, Randy, was taking her virginity. Then she'd only felt pain and mild disappointment that that was all there was to lovemaking. It wasn't even so much the situation itself. It was that it was Clay. It was Clay who was actually delivering the spanking.
    Elodie didn't know where to put the pain. It hurt at least a thousand times worse than any spanking she'd ever received as a child, and he wasn't showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. She wiggled and squirmed and tried to buck or arch away from him, but nothing was working—the only thing that she was positive about her future was that that hand was going to continue to distribute its pain all over her rounded bottom and down the backs of each of her thighs.
    Those were the worst of all of them. Because of the size of his hand and how little acreage there was back there, he had easily gone over the small territory of her butt once and was ending up having to spank the same place several times, but the worst swats were still on the backs of her thighs, or that tender area just at the crease of her bottom. It was atrocious, and she wasn't at all sure she was going to survive it.
    Clay began to lecture just when Elodie was starting to think she was going to go crazy from the searing heat he was creating in her tail. "When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. It's not as if you didn't know where you were going to end up if you didn't obey me, Elodie. I think I made that perfectly clear. All you had to do was go and get a coat. But no, you had to be stubborn. You West girls are stubborn to the bone—I should have known you weren't that different from your sister."
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    Bringing up April at a time like this probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but he couldn't help it. The comparisons were inevitable. But this was Elodie, who had probably rarely been spanked in her life, and not