I don’t waste time. The first strike lands hard, the sharp crack splitting the air. His scream fills the room, but I don’t flinch.
"Count," I bark coldly.
"O-One sir."
I don’t wait. I keep the strokes coming, slow and steady, making sure the whip kisses every inch of his ass, turning that soft skin raw while he sobs hard. I only pause when his voice starts hitching so bad I can barely make out the numbers. I give him a second, not outta kindness, but to make sure the lesson sticks.
"Why are you getting punished?" I ask sharply.
His voice cracks, but he forces the words out between sobs. "Because... I took your wife to the club..."
"And?" I lean in, waiting.
"I followed Lavina to the club... without your permission..." His whole body’s shaking, the words barely making it out.
"And?"
