As she wept, Michael gave her six more hard s****s, so that she was crying profusely and desperately blubbering out promises “I’ll be good… Michael p...please.”
He paused with a determined raised hand, his muscles rippling underneath the arm of his fitted suit. “Will you lose the nose ring?”
“Yes, please.” She blubbered. She couldn’t believe that Michael would punish her like this. No one had ever raised a hand to her before. She was practically a princess for God’s sake and she always had her way. This had to be karma because of what she had always done to Inara. She was sure of it.
His palm came down punitively on her bottom again, eliciting a cry from her and more tears. When will he stop? Christ, she was dying.
“Michael, please.” She pleaded. “I’m begging you, please, I’ll be good.
