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Mac has been a little less kinky since Jim has shown up and once she's reasonably sure she can get him out of the house for a few hours, she decides it's time for she and Jackson to do something a little...more than usual. She'd whispered her desire to use the camera again while he was still in the clinic working and while Mac thinks that's possibly a little cruel of her, she doesn't care. She knows how much he likes it.

So now she's eagerly waiting whatever he has in store for her.

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Mac strips quickly and stands in front of him, waiting for what he might want next. "Just like this?"

"Yeah, but I'd prefer it if you were on all fours," he says, reaching up to adjust the camera. "So, who am I in this scenario, Mac? A...school mister you've riled?"

"That's how it usually goes," Mac agrees, getting up on the bed on all fours. "I should have showed you porn when we were in Manhattan."

"I think I can figure it out," he says, getting up, picking up her hairbrush from the dresser. "I don't think I'm interested in hearing from you for a while."

Mac opens her mouth to speak and closes it, remembering that he wanted her to be silent. Fuck. She's terrible at this.

He walks up behind her, presses her head down and leaves her ass up.

"Ready for a spanking? You can nod."

Mac nods against the bed, bracing herself for the spanking. She knows this will stop in a few months but for now, she's going to enjoy it.

He rubs the bristles of the brush over the bare skin of her ass, teasing her.

Mac whimpers softly. Shit, it's hard not to say anything but she manages, keeping her noises nonverbal.

When he brings the hairbrush down against her ass, it's lighter than he would slap her with his hand. But he's still making a point.

Mac starts a little, jerking her ass away, and she whimpers. It's not that hard, no, but the brush has a different feel than his hand.

"Five of these," he says, rubbing her with the bristles again. "Five will be enough."

"Shall I count?" Mac murmurs softly. She knows she isn't supposed to speak but she wants to give him that option.

"Yes," he says, pausing to fondle her ass, squeezing. "Count and say thank you."

"Yes, sir," she says softly. "Whenever you want to start?"

He presses his free hand into the middle of her back to hold her where she is and then he brings the brush down against her bare ass.

"One," she says softly. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl," he says, bringing the brush down on the same spot again.

Mac cries out a little before managing to croak out, "Two. Thank you, sir." Fuck, that brush can hurt.

Mindful of not pushing her too hard, the next slap is more of a tap, on the other side of her ass, his thumb smoothing against the skin over her spine.

"Three," Mac says softly. "Thank you so much. May I have another one?"

Her ass is taking on a red glow, now, and Jackson takes it easy on the next one, tapping her more than anything, right across the cleft of her ass.

The location shocks her a bit but Mac only lets out a soft noise.

"Four. Thank you."

"One more," he says, rubbing his hand over the reddened, heated skin of her ass.

"I'm ready when you are," she promises. "So ready."