With that in mind, Trevor was as ruthless with the strap as he dared. The more Holly howled, the more she writhed, the more force he put into the smacks, the rosier her cheeks became. When he paused so that they could catch their breath, he’d start in again, the pace more brisk. He knew that her bottom would be sore for sometime after this—and that’s just the way he wanted it. He wanted to make certain that this punishment would be indelibly burned into her memory.
Her bottom was scarlet, in places her skin was roughed up from the abuse of the snapping leather. Her cries had finally become desperate, and she was wriggling so much she was about to teeter right off the stool. Noting all that, Trevor knew it was time to stop, and finally ceased the punishment. With one last glance at Holly’s
