The sting burst so quickly through my ass I thought it would explode. I jerked against his muscled thighs, trying to break free. But he knew how to hold me, how in one swift move to capture my hands and hold them at my waist. He didn’t miss a beat of the hairbrush blistering my behind.
My mind screamed, “Hell no! I hate this, you fuckin bastard!” But since I’d asked for it, and he was paying me money—yes, he was paying Carlos for the privilege of reddening my ass—I thought I should keep my mouth shut and my feelings to myself—impossible as it was.
“Lies rip relationships apart, Miss Santana.”
He stopped with the brush and began with the lecture, letting me think that I was off the hook for more pain. But it didn’t work out that way.
“Lies slap you in the face every time you look the pe
