"Count."
So if I didn't say one, then he wouldn't start the spanking? I thought oh-so-smartly from my head down, butt up, bare naked position.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"No," he informed me between swats, "it just means that you will be spanked until you start counting, and those you received previous to beginning to count as you were told to do not count towards your total."
Sometimes I fucking hated him.
And now my behind was already monstrously sore, and I wanted to begin counting even less.
That was when I looked up and saw in the mirror he'd placed me in front of that he was removing one of the leather straps from his uniform.
"ONE! ONE ONE ONE!" I screamed.
His grin was absolutely unholy as he folded the belt in half and brought it down.
"Too late, my dear. Much, much too late."
