Zoey's lower lip quivered at the utter non-response that Quentin gave to her suggested amount of punishment. To her that inevitably meant more would be given. Bent over his lap with her bruised backside in easy view she again felt small, weak and nervous. Any illusion that his earlier kindness had garnered was wiped away with the first firm caress of her backside. It hurt like hell and she bit her lower lip hard to stifle a whimper of discomfort.<br/><br/>When his hand took a hard grip on her hair and drew her farther over his lap, Zoey was on the verge of panic. It was not easy to deny her fear of the oncoming pain. The aching muscles of her rounded backside twitched and jump as she waited for the first punishing hit. The hand in her hair tugged her head back far enough that it made it hard to breath and the poor girl writhed as the tension built.<br/><br/>The hissed words of command had Zoey clenching her teeth. The slap that followed and those straight white teeth were grinding together hard. She managed not to make a sound although it hurt so incredibly badly. She could feel him hardening against her belly and she simply braced for the harsh impact. The second smack stung even more and the third was worse still. Tears stung her eyes and her jaw hurt with the effort of keeping silent. The fourth slap and the girl could not help but squirm wildly. She was breaking and she knew that she was going to scream before ten and then she would really be in trouble.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>