He shook his hand, to dislodge the pins and needles that his heavy-handed, recurring spanks had caused in his fingers. They were numbing and he had to flex them to ease the result of the heavy trauma's; he could only imagine how her backside felt. Still... It looked good; red and raw, with several bruises ripening before his eyes. Her rump was a glorious tapestry of the usual-white, the blossoming reds, and the slightly more developed darker colors patching across where the heavier joints of his hands had caught her.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">"I am... You did not particularly deserve that, girl, you didn't do anything wrong. Usually I will take every effort not to beat you without cause..."</span>For a moment he leaned forward, and planted a kiss against her rump that felt far more soothing than it had any right to. Was he really into her head enough that his lips somehow relaxed her, and reassured her? Soon after his hand caught her neck, and helped her back toward the bath. It was luke-warm by now, rather than hot, but it still soothed slightly so long as she didn't sit too hard.<span style="color: DarkRed">"Rest until later, I will send for your father."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>