Holding on for dear life, I seethed under my breath, trying hard not to cry. I didnt dare make too much of a fuss for fear Id draw the attention of someone going to or from the house. But by the time Harper finally stopped the relentless punishment, there were tears streaming from my eyes and running down my cheeks, and I was softly groaning a muted, nonsensical protest. I was hurting so badly, that even the eroticism that still impregnated the air couldnt end the hurt.
I had a feeling that during my punishment, my accuser sensed what a slut I was for pain. He hadnt stopped the cadence of blows, not even once to soothe my rear cheeks or to catch his breath. The sting had nowhere to go; forceful and vicious, there was no respite until he abruptly finished. Then, only then, I felt the s
