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As soon as the door closed behind them, the room filled with an electrifying tension. He took her by the hand and led her to the center of the room. She followed, but her eyes betrayed her nervousness. She knew what he had planned for her, and in her heart, she wanted nothing more than to submit to his desires.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’ve been a naughty girl, and you know what that means.” Her stomach tightened with a sudden wave of arousal. She had expected this punishment, but the anticipation was overwhelming.

He began to slowly undress her while she stood there, watching his every move. She shivered as the cool air of the room hit her bare skin. He then turned her around, bent her over the bed, and gently bound her wrists with a soft rope.

She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she trusted him.

He began to tease her with his tongue, tracing circles on her skin, leaving a warm trail of desire. Her moans filled the room, and she felt her arousal building, inch by inch.

But just as she was about to lose herself in the moment, he stopped, leaving her panting with need.

He walked over to the center of the room and picked up a riding crop, the sound of it slicing through the air causing her to gasp in anticipation.

He struck her gently, just once, but the shock of it sent a bolt of electricity through her body.

“You will learn to listen to me,” he said, striking her again, this time harder.

She cried out in pain and pleasure, the sensations blending together until they were almost indistinguishable.

He continued to strike her, each blow unleashing a new wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

As the orgasm ripped through her, she felt a sense of release, a weight lifting off her shoulders. She knew that she had finally earned her punishment, but more importantly, she had earned his love.
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