Cathy struck some more. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ow! Eleven! Oww-oww! Twelve! Ohhh! Thirteen! Awww! Fourteen! Ouch! Fifteen!”
“How many more from me?” Cathy queried.
“Only five,” The Man replied in a weakened voice.
“That’s right, fella,” she said. “Then Sarah’s going to have her turn on your butt with the really mighty punisher.”
“Yes,” he said. His hands grasped the quilt, knotting parts he pulled up in his hands. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the continuation of his spanking ordeal.
Cathy brought the paddle down on his reddened rump. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“OOO-owww! Sixteen! Ouch! Seventeen! Owwww! Eighteen! Ouch! Nineteen! Ow! Twenty!”
“Before I begin spanking him,” Sarah said. “I want to knead his buttocks to bring out all of the sensation from t
