When it finally became clear that he wasn’t going to stop until she gave in, she called a halt.
“Stop! I’ll go!” she pleaded with him.
The belt struck again.
“You mean that?” He laid on another.
“Ooo, ouch! Yes, yes!”
“That’s a promise?” he asked.
He smacked her hard again.
“Ouch! Yes, I promise.”
Ty let loose with two especially nasty strikes of the leather and handed the belt back to Stuart while he pushed Dusty to her feet. He rose with her, towering over her much smaller form.
“Get your stuff packed, as you can see it’s starting to rain.”
It seemed that the sky let loose as soon as the “rain” on Dusty’s ass was over. She looked into his eyes, with hers flashing fire. “I may be going with you, Ty Holbrook, but I swear, if it’s the last thing I do, I will get y
