The question turned to an outright shout as the first official strike came across her ass, blasting between the cheeks and getting both of them.
“Jesus Christ!” she screamed, moving from her position and throwing her hands over her buttocks. She felt where the belt had landed and did it ever hurt.
“Get back there and don’t move again,” came the order. “You count and you tell me you will run the hand.”
“One,” Angela grimaced as she repositioned herself once more. “I will run the hand.”
“That’s better,” Mariano snarled. “Now get ready for the next one!”
The matador deliberately waited, making her shiver as she anticipated the great sting to come. She bit her lip, determined not to scream and vowed to hold in any tears she feared would pour from her, but she knew it was a losing battle.
