"Ten Sir." Zach was still standing behind her, raining blows to her bottom. The sting of pain had Macy on edge, but she couldn't lie to herself. She was hot. Hot all over and bothered. Zach dolling out punishment was doing wonderful things to her insides. She felt wetness trickle down her thigh. "Eleven Sir." Why did she sound like she was purring? He landed another blow. "Twelve Sir." This was the worst and best feeling she had ever had. Zach was making his point. He wanted her enough to punish her until she believed it too. And with each slap to her behind Macy knew without a doubt that Zach wanted her to understand that he was telling the truth. He wanted her. And only her. And that thought just made Macy even hotter.
When Zach landed his last smack Macy's legs were quivering. H
