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My Mafia Dominant Is Back
img img My Mafia Dominant Is Back img Chapter 6 6. I Would've Spanked You If I Were Your Teacher.
6 Chapters
Chapter 7 7. The Lost Key of Aston Martin img
Chapter 8 8. Wanna Control Me No Way! img
Chapter 9 9. The Unexpected Disaster img
Chapter 10 10. Terrible Jealousy img
Chapter 11 11. Hero of the Night img
Chapter 12 12. He Brought Her Home img
Chapter 13 13. I Don't Mind Spanking You Until You Quiet Down img
Chapter 14 14. He Carried Her to the Bed img
Chapter 15 15. The Accidental First Kiss img
Chapter 16 16. Just You Wait img
Chapter 17 17. Mercy for Your Enemies Is Cruelty to Yourself img
Chapter 18 18. A Brush with Death img
Chapter 19 19. He Saved Her img
Chapter 20 20. Carlo's Secret img
Chapter 21 21. A Heated Argument img
Chapter 22 22. Another Spanking Experiment img
Chapter 23 23. A Naked Truth img
Chapter 24 24. He Left Without a Word img
Chapter 25 25. Her Life Changed Completely img
Chapter 26 26. Unpleasant Reunion img
Chapter 27 27. Love Triangle img
Chapter 28 28. Carlo Witnesses that Kiss img
Chapter 29 29. A Forced Kiss img
Chapter 30 30. Living Together img
Chapter 31 31. Carlo Becomes Her Student img
Chapter 32 32. The Hidden Truth img
Chapter 33 33. Lyla Is Bullied img
Chapter 34 34. Carlo's Punishment img
Chapter 35 35. Lyla's Heart Breaks Again img
Chapter 36 36. Truth of the Scandal img
Chapter 37 37. I'm Not A Sub, And I Never Will Be img
Chapter 38 38. A Bite Mark img
Chapter 39 39. Lyla Is Gone img
Chapter 40 40. Insult From Carlo's Brother img
Chapter 41 41. Miserable Childhood img
Chapter 42 42. Father's Unfairness img
Chapter 43 43. Carlo's Mistress img
Chapter 44 44. Mother's Rejection img
Chapter 45 45. Two Faces of Valentina img
Chapter 46 46. Lyla's Arrest img
Chapter 47 47. Lyla's Determination img
Chapter 48 48. This Time, Lyla Protects Him img
Chapter 49 49. Then They Kill You img
Chapter 50 50. Lyla's Wisdom img
Chapter 51 51. Failed Assassination img
Chapter 52 52. Mother's Betrayal img
Chapter 53 53. Mother's Deal img
Chapter 54 54. The Fight for Lyla img
Chapter 55 55. The Conflict Between Mother and Lover img
Chapter 56 56. Hudson's Betrayal img
Chapter 57 57. Lyla Is Taken Away By Carlo img
Chapter 58 58. Money Solves Everything img
Chapter 59 59. A Million-Dollar Debt img
Chapter 60 60. Carlo's Jealousy img
Chapter 61 61. The Mysterious Cruise img
Chapter 62 62. Secrets on the Cruise img
Chapter 63 63. Gossip On The Cruise img
Chapter 64 64. Carlo's Affair img
Chapter 65 65. Carlo's Humiliation img
Chapter 66 66. Carlo's Business img
Chapter 67 67. Bully On The Cruise img
Chapter 68 68. Get Ready for the Battle img
Chapter 69 69. Someone Gets Slapped img
Chapter 70 70. A Brilliant Counterattack img
Chapter 71 71. He Kills Her img
Chapter 72 72. The Confession img
Chapter 73 73. Because I'm Your Woman img
Chapter 74 74. The Island To Exile img
Chapter 75 75. The Fight About Marriage img
Chapter 76 76. Carlo's Scouts img
Chapter 77 77. An Argument Over the Bottom Line img
Chapter 78 78. Carlo's Promises img
Chapter 79 79. Hudson's Disdain img
Chapter 80 80. The Calm Before the Storm img
Chapter 81 81. The Accident img
Chapter 82 83. Mother's Plan img
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Chapter 6 6. I Would've Spanked You If I Were Your Teacher.

Lyla practically sprinted out of the hotel, her heart pounding in her chest. The curious glances people cast her way made her feel utterly ashamed, as if everyone could somehow see right through her, knowing exactly what had just taken place in that room.

It wasn't until she reached her dorm and slammed the door behind her with a resounding ''bang'' that she finally lifted her head and allowed herself to catch her breath. Her lungs ached from running, and her breaths came out in short, sharp gasps. She stood there for a moment, listening to the sound of her own ragged breathing echo in the silence. It was Friday night, and her roommates were out, leaving the dorm quiet.

It took several minutes before her breathing steadied and the haze of panic lifted. Only then did she notice the sticky discomfort of sweat clinging to her back. Her shirt was soaked through.

She headed for the bathroom, desperate for a shower. As she peeled off her clothes, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze. There, on her pale skin, was a thin, faint pink line across her lower back and hips-a mark from earlier that evening.

The Shadow Master hadn't hit her hard, but seeing the welt brought back the memory of the sting, the shock of that first strike, and the strange sensation that had accompanied it. She reached behind her, tracing the mark with her fingertips. The skin was slightly swollen, warm to the touch. As her fingers brushed over the welt, a faint, electric tingle shot through her body, making her shiver involuntarily.

What surprised her most wasn't the discomfort, but the fact that she didn't dislike it. In fact, there was something oddly satisfying about the feeling, something that tugged at a long-buried memory.

Suddenly, she was six years old again.

That morning, while her mother was in the kitchen, Lyla had sneaked into her parents' bedroom. Like any little girl curious about her mother's makeup, she had wanted to put on lipstick, to pretend she was a princess. But she had twisted the entire tube of lipstick out, and as soon as it touched her lips, it snapped in half.

Panic had flooded her young mind. In a rush, she flushed the broken lipstick down the toilet and carefully replaced the cap on the empty tube, pretending nothing had happened. Her mother hadn't noticed. She had called Lyla down for breakfast, taken her to school, and gone to work as usual.

But all day, Lyla had been consumed by guilt. She knew her mother was thrifty and rarely used the lipstick, even though it was a cheap one from the supermarket. The weight of her guilt made her squirm in her seat at school and avoid her mother's eyes when she returned home.

The next morning, her mother discovered the clogged toilet. Using a plunger, she fished out the broken lipstick. Furious, she had called Lyla's name in a voice that shook the walls.

That was the day Lyla experienced her first s/panking. Her mother, red-faced and angry, pulled her over her lap and delivered several swift smacks to her butt. Lyla didn't remember the pain itself anymore. What she remembered was crying, the way she had sobbed and screamed, as though all the guilt and anxiety from the previous day had been released with each tear.

By the time the s/panking was over, the guilt had evaporated. The shame of breaking the lipstick had vanished, replaced by a strange sense of calm. The punishment had lifted the emotional weight from her shoulders.

Now, standing in the bathroom with the faint welt on her skin, she realized how similar the experience had been. The physical punishment, though painful, had brought with it a strange sense of release. It was a phenomenon she understood well as a psychology student-how physical pain could sometimes release emotional tension, a concept that had been used in religious practices for centuries.

Despite knowing this intellectually, Lyla had always harbored a bias against BD/SM. She had never considered how it might fit into the psychological framework she had studied. But after tonight's encounter with the Shadow Master, her perspective was shifting. Ideas for her essay fluttered at the edges of her mind, like a puzzle piece falling into place.

The Shadow Master!

The name echoed in her thoughts. She glanced up, meeting her own reflection in the mirror. Her fingers were still resting on the welt, and the sight of herself touching it made her blush with embarrassment. Her mind flashed to the Shadow Master's profile picture, the image of a hand strikingly similar to the one now grazing her skin.

"Oh, God," Lyla groaned, covering her face with her hands. She didn't know if she should hold on to this night as something significant or try to forget it altogether.

One thing she knew for sure: there would be no more encounters with the Shadow Master. She had made up her mind. Whatever had happened tonight, it was over. She would not go down this road again.

After her shower, Lyla felt utterly exhausted. She decided to skip her usual study routine and go straight to bed. It was the best night of sleep she'd had since starting her PhD-dreamless, with no worries about her dissertation or the looming meeting with her advisor.

When she woke up the next day, it was nearly noon. It was Saturday, but PhD students didn't get weekends off. Lyla hadn't checked her email since the previous afternoon, and when she opened her inbox, it was filled with forwarded messages from her advisor. They were undergraduate papers, sent to her for grading as part of her teaching assistant duties.

Surprisingly, the pile of work didn't bother her. The long, restful sleep had left her in a good mood. She quickly washed up, made herself a simple breakfast, and packed her laptop, heading to the library to get some work done.

The campus was quiet on Saturdays, and the library nearly empty. Lyla found a seat by the window, opened the first student paper, and began reviewing it.

She hadn't been working long when a voice behind her broke the silence.

"So many grammar mistakes. If I were your teacher, I would've s/panked you already."

Lyla's heart jumped, and she spun around in her chair, only to meet the mocking gaze of the Shadow Master.

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