The strike was so painful that I jolt upward and go to try and crawl away. "Stay still!" Brent growls, putting his arm down over me to keep me in place. "T-that hu-urt so b-bad." I sob, trying to resist the urge to take my hand and rub what I was sure would be a huge welt. "It wasn't meant to tickle." Brent laughs before bringing the paddle down again. He was kind enough to strike down in a different spot, but it was still excruciating, and I grimace and hiss through my teeth, not wanting to cry in front of Kenny. I look down at her, and she was fidgeting with her hands in her lap. She tries to look up at Andre. "Nope. You keep watching Babygirl. She watched yours." He chuckles as she gives him the saddest pout I'd ever witnessed. It was her eyes that did it for me. They were big wet po
