His size did not show her how strong he was, or how quick.  Before she knew it, her cheek was against the bed, and she was bound with her thighs apart and shoulders pulling.  The sheer dress did nothing to cover the shapely heart of her ass, but she tried to pull herself away from his touch.  The rope scraped her wrist, and she whimpered.  The first slap brought a small cry, and the skin of her backside flushed.  His words were barely heard.  Again and again his hand came down, eventually turning her ass a brilliant red, and his words buried into her brain.  She had tears on her cheeks by the time he was done, but openly refused to scream for him.  It would’ve been a victory if she’d screamed while he spanked her, no matter how badly it hurt.<br/><br/>What Kat did not count on was the reaction of her body to being spanked.  It was a reaction that brought back memories of when she was far, far younger.  When he left her, there was wetness trickling down her inner thigh, but she couldn’t close her legs to squirm away from it.<br/><br/>Tony left her, and only then did she start screaming, but curses.  She yanked on the rope, movements that only managed to make her wrists raw.  She squirmed, which only showed off her red bottom and the curve of her body.  She hated him, far more than he hated her.  At least… she thought so.<br/>