Each heavy fall of his hand was followed immediately by the ringing sound, then a small hiss as Zoey dragged in a breath, then her squirming around upon his lap. He wouldn't slap again til she grew still, so that although the pain wasn't as constant and severe as it could have been, Zoey was left with plenty of time anticipating the next blow; the next explosion of anguish erupting from her backside. Quentin preferred it this way... He thrilled seeing her twitching nervously in the knowledge of what was next for her.<br/><br/>If Quentin were in a more sadistic mood he might've taken it out on her for not remaining entirely still and for those small, involuntary noises... But as it was he rather enjoyed her wriggling around on his lap. She might not have meant it, but every time her hips recoiled it meant a rough but favorable pressure dragged across Quentin's crotch, feeding his excitement.<br/><br/>He continued to plant a fifth then a sixth against her, each time knocking her rump forward and waiting for her to re-position herself. It was impossible for her to tell how firm he was being; he didn't think he was pushing too hard, but on her already sore backside every spank felt a hundred times worse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>