You feel the man release your collar and hear him step around to your other side. The hand that had been assaulting your upturned hind quarters with all the strength it could muster rested its palm between your shoulder blades, allowing you to feel the elevated temperature coming off of it. As tough as your skin is, it's likely that he's hurting almost as you are right now.<strong>"I'd expect no less from you, my dear Asty."</strong>The sweetness in his voice belies his true intent just before his less tired hand collides with your ass in a powerful spank. And with that, it begins anew. One slap after another to your defenseless rear, threatening to move the desk as you're knocked into it repeatedly.