Chapter Four
The young man awoke later than usual, and as he was showering, noted that his buttocks were a good deal less sore than he had imagined they would be the day after as thorough a tanning as Miss Laura had given them. In the mirror, his nether cheeks appeared only slightly reddened, especially in those tender lower areas toward which she had so cruelly directed her most industrious attentions. He though ruefully that this was precisely where he would bear his weight if he did any sitting that day, and wondered how intentional this had been on the older woman’s part. He could well imagine her quite consciously giving him a reminder to last the entire day of what had taken place the night before, and what he had in store for him the evening to come. This thought brought his p***s
