"Yes and you shall be so very wet and sorry once I have chastened your curves with the jalapeño of the crop."<br/><br/>The crop whistled in the air as it came down on her. A different spot this time. Coloring her sweet curves with the heat of a fine white line that quickly turned cherry and began to bubble with a welt. He didn't wait to see the results. He gave her a steady random attack.<br/><br/>His fingers corralling her clit. Striking into her very soul and out again.  Giving her no alternative but to accept everything he placed on her.  He was hungry for it.  He had not tasted her in several months.<br/><br/>Beating her ass and the back of her thighs without mercy. Careful to lay the coloring in a certain pattern. Touching off the heat in just a certain flow so it built and in the end would leave her thinking he had shredded her ass and thighs when he simply coated them in welts.<br/><br/>Hawkins could grow pain from a scrape of a nail. He applied a generous portion to Evie. Never would he worry that she might be clumsy again.<br/><br/>His crop hand to her ass cheeks and down her thighs. He purposefully massaged in the heat, "Will we have that little problem anytime soon, Evie?"<br/>