Katie bit her lip and braced herself for the first slap. She was so surprised she barely had time to take a breath before her eyes immediately teared up. By the time the second landed, the hot burst of pain from the first made itself known. She started sincerely crying, screaming as he paddled her again.<br/><br/>"I get it! Please, god, please, stop! I won't talk like that again! Fuck, that hurt! Please... Please stop,<em>sir.</em>"<br/><br/>Tears poured down her cheeks and she shuddered, trying to control herself. She didn't want to cry, didn't want to show him how much he'd broken her down, rather than physically harmed her. The pain he gave her hurt, of course, but it also thrilled to life thousands of tiny nerve endings in her little bottom.<br/><br/>She didn't want him to know she was crying, any more than she wanted him to see how hard her nipples were, or how quickly the hot wetness between her thighs was spreading.