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" Deacon grinned and raised his hand. There was a moment’s hesitation, a few seconds where Deacon wasn’t sure whether he could really do it. Then he brought his hand down, smacking the center of Mark’s ass. Mark’s breath hitched, but other than that, nothing much happened. The spot Deacon had slapped was barely pink. “Was that okay?” Deacon asked.
“Was what okay?” Mark asked, lifting his head.
“Uh, the way I did that?”
“Did you do something?”
“What do you mean?”
“I might be wrong, mate, but isn’t a spanking supposed to hurt a bit? You’ve got arm muscles; why don’t you use th—”
The crack of Deacon’s palm against Mark’s flesh made Deacon cringe—not out of sympathy for Mark so much as fear that the entire house had heard it. Mark bucked, and the pink patch that appeared on his right cheek was quite satisfying. “Better?” Deacon asked.
“God. Fuck. Yes. Better,” Mark said into the pillow. "
― Lisa Henry , Mark Cooper versus America (Prescott College, #1)
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" Nice to meet you,” Blake said and seemed almost genuine about it. “You play?” “Play what?” Mark asked. Blake looked slightly offended. “Football, dude!” Right. As though he couldn’t have possibly been referring to anything else. Although, going on his size alone, it made sense. “Do you mean soccer, or rugby, or league, or AFL, or that other shit?” Mark asked. "
― Lisa Henry , Mark Cooper versus America (Prescott College, #1)
