"You don't have your underpants to protect you, so I'll be very gentle," she added mockingly."You don't have your underpants to protect you, so I'll be very gentle," she added mockingly. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder as Cheryl brought the hairbrush back and began to swing its lacquered face toward my immobilized buttocks. I lost sight of it before it completed its swing, but my sense of touch told me exactly where the swing ended. The hairbrush landed squarely in the middle of my right asscheek. I gasped in pain but, remembering how annoyed I'd been with myself on Tuesday, I managed not to cry out. The next blow smacked into the left cheek, and I bit my tongue to keep quiet. As Cheryl continued to paddle my helpless ass, I turned my head away and closed my eyes. I squirmed and wriggled, but nothing I did could deflect the hairbrush from whatever part of the target Cheryl selected. After about the fifth "SMACK" I'd started counting, mostly as a distraction from the pain. Thirty blows later, she stopped. "There, now," she asked innocently, "weren't those nice and easy?" "You know they weren't, goddamn you," I spat. "Now unhook me and let me get out of here!" "But we've hardly started," Cheryl protested. |