Closing her eyes, Dusty gritted her teeth, anticipating the sting of the leather. When it struck she squinted and wiggled her ass. The blows that followed came with a steady beat she could count on. And though the smacking noise rang in her ears, there was still the sound of his boots, moving him from spot to spot as he made sure he was getting her fair ass at all the right angles—making sure that the blush on her behind was one even shade of red.
It hurt, the pain coming in surges. There were moments when the descending leather hit a hot spot that was already flaming. And moments when the strap hit new ground. She squealed and begged him to stop when he caught the top of her thighs with several nasty smacks.
“Nooo, ouch, no, pleeeese,” she wailed with a plaintive cry when the pain got
