The Velvet Collar
by C. P. Mandara
Mr Watters didn't believe in warm-ups, and the first ten smacks of the paddle had my eyes smarting with tears. I then got ten seconds of recovery time before he started the next round. This was nothing compared to what Mark usually doled out, but tiredness was probably getting the better of me. When he started his third round of spanks I wanted to mewl in protest, but I managed to restrain myself.