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Chapter 91: Get On The Bench Chapter 91: Get On The Bench Angelia

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I felt myself relaxing on a lounge chair on the deck, overlooking the compound. It was idyllic, like the kind I envisioned heaven would look like with the sun shining, birds chirping, tall trees and healthy green grass as far as I could

I see.

After a few minutes laying in the sun, I grew hot. The little dress I wore was too much clothing for my heated skin. Looking around to be sure I was alone, I took off my clothes and was left only in a bra and panties which was basically the same as a bikini so it wasn't wholly indecent. I applied sunscreen to keep my sensitive skin from burning and slathered some of the sun protection factor on the few moles I had in my rib cage along with areas where the skin was thinner like my chest. and neck.

The

book I had chosen was an old classic that I hadn't read in a while, I got lost inside the page and fell into the world of old-fashioned words and etiquette. I forgot my surroundings until a shadow fell over me, startled, I looked up and stared right into Kingston's seething eyes. "Didn't you get enough punishment last night? Because it looks like you are begging for more." His words were clipped and angry.

"What have I done now?" I asked but I knew the answer as soon as his eyes dropped down to my body.

His gaze burned my skin hotter than the sun ever could.

"No one is around." I said, suddenly growing defensive. Not defensive but anxious. He didn't hold back when he punished me.

"But you didn't notice me." He pointed out and made me wonder how long he had been here with

me.

"Get your a***dressed, present it to me in the playroom."

Not even thinking, I hurried to follow his order. Throwing my dress on, I went inside. His house or should I say his manor was vast and easy to get lost in so I was careful to use the same way in as I had used on my way out. I think a part of me had

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had, not knowing what kind of

wait for longer than I would have liked, building up the dread and suspense. He gave me time to come

take five strikes with my

orgasm."

he gave me an option between an o***m or paddling, the paddling would hurt badly. He must see them as equal punishment or else I wouldn't have gotten the option to choose. I was overthinking it and

throb and my needy p**y weep would have been a d**n torture. "What will it be?" He prompted, making

"The

choice. I could practically feel his satisfaction and I realized that was what he had hoped I would go for. I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. He left me in my position on the floor, I heard a sound like he was taking something off the wall which was probably what he was doing, seeing as many of the

said and I didn't hesitate as my eyes zeroed in on

hand.

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picked out. I had read something about the wider the paddle was, the less it hurt. But this paddle wasn't one of the wider ones, it also had small holes in it, something that would help

40%

damage, that was a step too far for me. "Get on the

attel

a

wasn't just my cheeks that were bright red as I bent over the furniture, knowing he could see every part of me. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it before but this position made me feel more vulnerable to him. Tensing, I sensed him moving behind me, getting closer and closer. That damn paddle was stuck in my mind, teasing me and tormenting me with what was to come. I tensed further when I felt his hand stroke my bottom, not expecting his gentle touch. "I want you to count for me, if you forget, we will start from the beginning. Is that clear?" he instructed, pushing down my upper body so my chest was pressed tightly against