Smack! His right palm landed on her left ass cheek.
Smack! He repeated the action on the right one.
“You may think you have me where you want, little slut, but we’re playing by my rules, not yours!”
Smack! Smack! Another two hot strikes, he turned and left the tart with the rosy glow on her ass restored—if only for a minute or two. More importantly, she got the message clear. He was in charge.
“Ooo, rats!” she sat on her sore behind staring at the closing door. Throwing a pillow against the wood, it landed on the floor with a soft swoosh. “I hate you, Crawford Haliday!”
***
The four young women tittered nervously as they descended the creaking stairs, tossing cobwebs away with the back of their hands.
“Eeeeeauuu!” Grace turned up her nose, while Whimsy sneezed away the dust.
“Why a
