He gave no indication as to whether ten would do or not. After all, half of the fun came from her never quite knowing if she was getting close to the end. Leave her in the dark, Quentin figured, about both the count and the nature of his other plans for her. Obedience had its cost; when she wasn't well behaved, she needed an extra physical reminder.<br/><br/>His hand rubbed at her rump. It squeezed her cheeks and kneaded each half down into her body. Even that hurt the young girl, but she knew with dreadful certainty that the worst was yet to come. This was just him enjoying her, and reminding her how bad it was going to get.<br/><br/>Finally one hand clutched her hair into a firm grip. Using this and his handhold on her rump he slid her unceremoniously across his lap, til her rump was in the middle of it and her torso and legs slanted off to either side. His handhold in her hair, though, ensured that while her chest dropped groundward her head was angled backward.<br/><br/>It was moments away. "Not a whimper, slave, or I'll double them." He told her, while silently deciding that he'd find out how far she could keep to her promise and, if he was impressed, no further. The first blow landed, hard and accompanied by a loud slapping noise. Her ass jiggled, Quentin's cock stirred beneath her - she could feel how much he liked doing this - and the shock lanced through her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>