CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I came down the stairs with a six pack under one arm and a can of shortening under the other. Wyatt was using his belt in a workmanlike way, swinging steady and aiming carefully for all of the places that hurt most. He timed the strokes so that she was just riding one out when the next one came whistling in. I set my load down on the workbench and stood back to watch the show.
She was yelping steadily, and dancing around as much as her cinched arms and spread legs would let her. That wasn’t much. About all she could do was swing her head and shoulders back and forth. If she forget how she was tied and bent her legs or tried to raise up, her arms would get twisted, so most of the time she just stood there and took it.
The soft skin inside her ass crack was showing some br
