Chapter Twelve
For a while everything seemed spoilt. He tried to enjoy himself with Ascenda – his own girls had to be left alone to recover, obviously – and he did get pleasure, a lot of pleasure, but it wasn’t the same as if nothing had happened.
Ascenda gradually cheered him up. For two nights he concentrated on her front, and after he’d climaxed he sent her away. But the third night she persuaded him into a tentative foray into spanking. She lay face down on the bed with her legs dangling behind her, so her bottom was temptingly displayed in an intermediate state, neither firm as if she was bent over, nor soft as if she was lying flat. “Try little erotic slaps,” she said. “It’ll help you overcome your feelings.”
He lay with his face next to her bottom, and began beating a little tatt
