The dull spank carried loudly and the entertainers, who seemed primed to giggle, gave a respectful moment of stunned silence over the force. Then a burst of sympathy came from some of them, from others a surge of excitement, but Paul felt the attention piqued them all. He couldn’t decide which felt more humiliating, having them on Destiny’s left where the anguish in his face as he absorbed the painful strokes showed or having them on Destiny’s right where they could watch the paddle connect with his butt. Little pause came between, just one hard swat after another.
“How many is he getting?” Camille asked as casually as if she were asking what kind of coffee Destiny might order.
“I don’t know. I’m not counting.” Destiny answered just as casually, though the constant beat of the paddle a
