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Punishment or Funishment?

The door unlocks. Looking up, Jackson walks in.

“Lesson learnt?” He looks at me, waiting for an answer. Will I really not do that again if I have the chance? I know deep down if I could sit there and tease him to that point again, I would, without a second thought. Right now, though, I am willing to give in and let him win.

I’m not sorry, because this was amazing.

“Yes, Sir, lesson learnt.” I wait, looking at him. He doesn’t move. He just stays standing there, staring at me. I get up, walk over to him and kiss him, hoping it will help me win him over.

“Well,” his voice is soft and quiet. Well, what? Looking at him, I can only assume he wants me to beg. “Please, Sir, I am sorry. Please, please fuck me.” My voice sounds off, and I know he knows I didn't mean it. He moves his body, pinning me against the wall. His mouth kisses down my neck. He rips open his shirt, the buttons falling to the floor. His mouth teases down my breast.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps moving down until he is kneelin
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