Smack!
“Ouch!” My fanny was hot, my skirts swishing around me, and his determination seeming to gather steam the more he worked my ass.
He let loose with a good dozen swats against the back of my thighs and I started to howl like a banshee. “Come on, KC,” I roared when I was sane, “it was a fair question!”
“It was a stupid question,” he roared right back as his hand came down to flame my skin.
“Yeeeeeeouch!” He was hitting in the middle of my ass, right on tender skin, not one, two, even three smacks in a row before changing targets, but a couple of dozen. It hurt as much—maybe more than being spanked with a belt.
I could feel the anger coming through his hand—maybe he was a little pent-up, too. Of course then, he’d had his jollies with the ladies a few nights before. That should
