“Hush!” he said, not angrily, “you can’t cry loudly out here, my dear.”
“Three, please,” I announced.
The strap roared once again, and coming down on my lower rear, it wrapped around me rudely with a biting sting to my side. My cry was acute, as if I hadn’t heard his admonishment for quiet. But he said nothing, waiting for me again.
“Four, please,” I said firmly, knowing that this would not be over until all twelve of the dozen strokes had landed squarely on my ass.
Snap! I jerked. I wondered how I appeared to him, so submissive before him, compliant with his wishes, my ass bared, my body laid out for his complete control.
“Five please,” I said, we were nearly half way there.
The strap stuck, though I wondered this time if it were not less vivid that the other blows.
“Six
