When he finally had enough of the tawdry exhibition, I felt his brawny arms pull me into his chest. Then carried over his shoulders up the stairs, he threw me to his bed when we reached his room.
Not until I saw the scowl on his face as he undressed, did I understand the full extent of his ire. And by then it was too late to soothe it. When he was as naked as I was, he took his belt in hand and began to strap my ass, laying the leather against me hard and fast. When I cried in protest, he glowered, and grabbed my hair in his fist.
“You keep your wailing to yourself, b***h! You filthy strumpet.”
“No, Hans, please.”
He flung me back on the bed and began with the belt again. Dozens of blows rained on my ass. Though I tried to fend off the pain, squirming to get out of the way, that
