The man paused long enough for her to catch her breath, but Holly was hard-pressed to announce that next strike. Bearing down, she finally gritted her teeth tighter still, ignored the tears that were threatening in her eyes and counted out another eight swats. At first, these were less to bear, the Dean choosing to lay them above and below the well-burnished spot in the center. But by the time he reached the sixteenth, her whole rear end was so hot that there was no place anywhere that wasn’t painfully raw. Still, she hung on. She had no choice. Of the last nine smacks, each was excruciating. Three were leveled at the tops of her thighs, and she couldn’t help but shriek loudly. Thankfully, the old man wasn’t unduly angered by her outburst, certainly he couldn’t expect anything less conside
