Chapter 26

He’d be moaning steadily now, struggling not to move, but at any moment he’d lose the battle, and I’d bring my hand down hard. Left cheek? Or right? It wouldn’t matter because both would be getting the same attention.

I’d nudge his legs further apart, revealing that pink rosebud of an anus. The sight of my eventual target would push me closer to the edge, and I couldn’t have that, not just then—he’d still need to feel the full force of my hand.

And so I’d get down to business, feeling a tingling in my palm, red from the smacks I administered.