He delivered twenty cuts from the bamboo—enough to signify the gravity of her crimes and satisfy the anger in him. Most he laid on in a blistering fast cadence, though for the final three, he stepped back a moment to catch his breath. Those final three would welt her skin—if not cut until she bled. He wanted reminders that would last for days, that would instill in her the respect, and the honesty and the obedience he expected from her.
He reared back with his right arm and let the bamboo fly, packing as much might and energy as he dared into a single blow. He felt her reaction all through his groin and his c**k stiffened even more. This time, her shrieking, “Eeeeeeeyaaaacchhhh! f**k!” seemed to snap the air in two.
From behind her he only got a glimpse of her face, but in that quick mom
