William lifts up my robe, and pulls down my underwear, then he starts to s***k me, slowly building up the stinging swats on my bare bottom. I try my hardest to stay still, to be a good girl and not cry, but it hurts too much. I cry out on number fifteen, start to wiggle on number twenty, and at thirty, I am tear-streaming, screaming-out crying mess. William stops, pulls me up on his lap and kisses my cheek. I am stunned into silence, what happened to the hard s******g he whispered to me at the tour that I am supposed to get? I am enveloped in a tight hug and after some time, I relax into his arms. Just when my crying goes down to soft hiccups, William squeezes me tightly and pulls back, looking me straight in the eyes with a hard glare.
"Go get me Dean's belt, please."
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