“I... SMACK... told... SMACK… you… SLAM... to… SMACK… stand... SLAM… still, you fuckin’ insect,” Melinda screamed as She swung the sturdy cane and connected each blow to the back of Hank’s thighs and ass.
“Move again in the slightest and I’ll give you five more and use the torch on your balls,” Melinda said, now bubbling with rage. “Trust me, I’ve been just itching to toast them with the little butane torch over there on the counter. I use it to caramelize sugar on the top of my Crème Brule, but it will do a fine job on your balls. Now freeze while I finish this nasty job of plugging you in.”
Hank froze. He was silent.
The nozzle on the crotch strap went greasily up his ass and stayed there after Melinda pumped the inflator rings a bit, then detached the inflation hose and bulb. Melind
