HillaryI gasp, my shock only growing wider when he slaps me again, this time harder. I want to yell, to hit him back, but I stay still, the knot in my stomach loosening, my heart pounding against my chest.“What did I say when I gave you permission to leave?” he finally speaks.I remain quiet, but when his hand spanks my butt again, I speak. “That I shouldn’t be late,” I whine.“Now what happens when you misbehave, Clarke?” he growls. His fingers touch the hem of my skirt, hiking it up. I should stop him. I should get up and leave. But I don’t. My body feels weak, and my eyes are still dizzy from the alcohol I chugged at Georgia’s.“I get punished,” I murmur. Now my skirt is bunched up around my waist, my pantyhose still on, but it’s see-through—he can see me.His palm collides with my ass again, harder. I yelp this time. I don’t know if I want him to stop or if I want him to rip through my tights and soothe the burn he’s just caused.His other hand presses against my back and curls
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