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"Because what I want might...ugh," Mac says, frustrated. "Don't hurt me, Jackson. Not that you would but if you spank me, you have to make sure you don't really injure me. I'm serious."

"Mack," he says, taking his hand away from her and looking her straight in the eye. "I swear to you that whatever I do, I'll keep you both safe. Now," a smile spreads across his face. "Tell me what you really want."

"A spanking?" Mac ventures, giving him a sweet and hopeful smile. "And then we can play it by ear?"

A broad grin spreads across his face and he settles back on the bed, leaning against the bedframe.

"Get across my lap."

Mac shifts and lays across his lap, wriggling a little. "Won't be able to do this in a few months, you know."

"Need to take advantages of it while we can," he says, pushing her legs apart and fondling her ass. His other hand finds her tits, squeezing.

"I agree. It will be boring sex after a while," Mac warns him. "We should have fun while we can."

"I have told you before," he says, smacking her tits lightly, still fondling her ass. "No sex is boring if you're doing it properly."

"You think you can make me feel good in a few months when I'm puffy and miserable?" Mac asks, amused at the thought. "Because I will take that bet and collect on it later."

"I'm confident of it, darlin'," he says, pinching her nipple at the same time as he brings his hand down against her ass.

Mac gasps and squirms a little, unsure if she's trying to get away from his hand or get closer. "Oh my God," she murmurs, taking in a deep breath. God, she loves this.

"Spread your legs wider," he says, slapping her ass again, one cheek then the other. "Lift your ass up."

Mac moves, sliding her thighs apart a little as she does. "Like this?"

"Wider," he says, landing a slap against the top of her thigh. "I want you completely on display for me, darlin. Nothing to hide from me."

Mac isn't entirely sure how she feels about being on display but her body seems to like it if how wet she's getting is any indication. She spreads her legs wider. "More?"

"That'll do for now, darlin'," he says, slapping her ass again. "Not quite as on show as that time when you let me fuck you outside, but gettin' there."

"I'm still not sure why I let you do that to me," Mac says, blushing with the memory.

"Because you were horny and desperate and you really, really like doing what you're told," he says, squeezing her breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers as he spanks her.

Mac gasps. "And you like telling me to do whatever the fuck you want me to do?"

"What gave me away?" he asks, grinning, pausing to pinch at her reddening skin. "Move your hips for me. Squirm."

Mac hardly needs the order to do that and she does, whimpering the whole time. "Honey, please? I'll be good."

"Not yet," he says, shaking his head and slapping her again. "I want you begging and crying. Offerin' me any damn thing like you did the other night."

Mac remembers how hot that got her and she feels herself flush all over. "Fuck, harder then? A little harder?"

He loves it when she blushes like that and he lands a particularly hard slap across her ass, followed almost immediately by another, tugging lightly on her nipples.

Mac always feels like her mind goes blank when it's like this and she whimpers a little louder, getting worked up. "Please? Oh God, please fuck me?"