Sometimes I wonder if I act rashly when I'm too stressed, cornered, or feeling like prey, and I come to the conclusion that I do intend to let the other party get the best of me when I'm hyped up with any intense feeling. That tends to make me make mistakes I normally wouldn't.
Only if I kept my mouth shut, I would have avoided this tragedy. What is that tragedy? Well…
"What are you doing?" I cried in disbelief, getting out of shock a little too late. I stared wide-eyed at the ground, asking myself what I was doing laying on Caedmon's lap, with my pants and panties hanging around my ankle, and ass bared for him.
"Didn't I promise I will make this ass red next time you cross me? I'm fulfilling that promise. I can't break the promise I made to you, ever," he grunted, his palm raining dow
