Buffy prepared herself as his hand descended on her bottom again, three more times. She didn't cry out this time, though her voice was shaking as she counted the strikes aloud. "Three. Four." She bit her lower lip but was unable to stifle the cry when the fifth one came. She completely forgot to even count that one out as she listened to him speak to her in that voice.
"Yes, Master," she found herself saying, quickly getting into the role and finding the use of that title to come naturally given her predicament. He'd know instantly how aroused the punishment was making her, but she wanted to feel his hand against her bare skin. She almost stopped to think what was wrong with her but was far too absorbed in the moment to do so. "I would like that very much."