He didn’t stop to rub or caress this time, but kept cracking the paddle at the same deliberate pace, making each stroke a little harder than the previous. Fire engulfed her and brought tears to her eyes. She tried to remember her shrewish behavior, the fights with Henry, the way she nagged at him. Richard wouldn’t tolerate it.
A sharp crack across the crest of her buttocks sent a blaze of agony through her. She shrieked and jerked, trying desperately to get away. “It hurts,” she yelled. “Dear Lord in heaven.” His arm went around her middle to hold her in place as she struggled to get away.
But even as she groaned and squirmed, the fire continued to curl into her core, making her seethe with a mix of anguish and need. Each time the paddle struck it felt like lightning must, with a sharp e
