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Almost immediately, a palm descends again on his stinging heat—the blow is softer this time, but pointedly firm, like a child being swatted for acting out. His cheeks begin to burn—though, unfortunately, not as a signal to stop.
“Where do you think you’re going? You asked for this yourself. Are you going to tell me you didn’t?”