“No, no, this hurts!” I screamed. “No, no, Trent, this is not what I want… please you can’t. No! Ouch! No! Stop! Never. Please. I’m sorry… please.”
Nothing moved my husband to stop—pause he did—but end this ordeal? Never. He only seemed to be gearing up for more as that stinking, rotten wood hit my clenched tight cheeks.
Erotic? Never! I agreed to this? I was out of my mind. Or maybe there was no agreement necessary from me. Trent hadn’t really give me much choice in the matter when he stated things so succinctly four days before.
My ass sizzled. He might as well have thrown me on a bed of hot coals.
I screeched. I hollered. I tried to reason with him when I was sane enough to do so, but that wretched thing just kept making my miserably aching ass more wretched.
When he f
