“Now open your legs,” he bit out. “And keep them open.”
I really, really didn’t want to, but the hardness in his glare told me not to press the issue. I reluctantly parted my thighs.
*whap*
Right on the fleshy mound.
“Oww-ouch!” My eyes watered, and instinct was a bitch to override, but I didn’t dare let go or close my legs again.
*whap*
“Please. Don’t,” I begged.
*whap*
“You’re hurting me.”
“Good,” he snarled. “Not acting so sassy and flippant now, huh?”
*whap*
“No, I’m not,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry.”
*whap*
“You don’t seem very penitent to me.”
*whap*
“Fuck, Bo, please. I said I’m sorry. I’ll never disobey you again, or be sassy, or flippant. I’ll never say or do any of the things I did today ever again. Not a damn one.”
*whap*
*whap*
I wailed painfully.
*whap*
“Acedia, I don’t deserve your disrespect or your disdain, and you have given me nothing but both all morning. You made a mistake. Fine. We could have talked that out. But your resentment at me for calling you out on your bullshit is unwarranted.”
*whap*
“So you will learn today that I am not the one.”
*whap*
“Okay! I have learned.”
*whap*
“Then what happens now?” he asked.
“I take a nap?”
“Nope.”
*whap*