Not forgetting his honest anger with the woman however, George cut his moment of admiration short in favor of hearing the sound of the strap striking Cassandra’s naked bottom. It was sheer magic that first tuneful thwack, as the long strap descended across Cass ‘s bottom, the leather managing to strike both cheeks with an impressive wallop.
“Yeow!” she cried.
Another snap of the strap followed, and another pleasant sounding smack greeted George’s ears, just as the sight of the leather hitting both cheeks again made the man even more eager to continue. There were only two good strikes and her bottom was beginning to darken with a soft blushing pink. He laid on three more fervent smacks, and the pink was beginning to turn red.
In a moment of inspiration, he diverted from the red target, a
