<em>Hesitation means reservation. Reservation, it means that you have shame.</em><br/><br/>His voice calm as his hand left her leg. An empty second of sound and touch before the report of his hand on her upturned rear echoed in the small room. Fingers fully splayed, hand open and slightly cupped to produce more sound than actual pain, he landed atop her flesh. His skin, already warm, intensified as he rubbed the area he had swatted.<br/><br/><em>You have nothing to me ashamed of. You are beautiful, divine. You have pulled a demon from the abyss and he is in awe of you. You must force this shame away, it does nothing for you but hurt you.</em><br/><br/>Again the calm voice, never raising in tone, in volume. He pitched his speaking so she could hear him as clear as if he were laying beside her. He sat there, relaxed and crossed legged near her head. He did not seem disturbed at all as a sheen of soft sweat appeared on his body,his face. His hand stayed on her up turned rear, rubbing over where the spank had occurred and moving to the soft flesh on her back, the little triangle of soft flesh that was the furthest her back went before turning into her rear.<br/><br/><em>Touch, feel as I do. Your arousal, I revel in it and I want you to revel in mine.</em>