As best as she could, she tried to cool her flaming ass by moving up and down on the bed. Her gestures, however, were restricted by the handcuffs on all four appendages, and this only succeeded in her rubbing her p***y against the bedspread, which brought her to a wetness she did not want at this specific moment.
Krampus sat in silence, watching her like a fox observing some nature lover with binoculars, staring in kind.
Her bottom was stinging from the swats.
She wasn’t certain what had been done with the paddle now. Perhaps he had placed it on the floor or even put the damned thing away and figured she’s had enough of it. Now he was more than likely trying to figure out how to talk his way out of this one, because win, lose, or draw, he was going to get an earful once he released her.
