The hairbrush paddle burns through the thin fabric of Maddy’s tight jeans. The crack of wood elicits yelps of pain as her responses become increasingly apologetic. Off his lap, she positions herself on the couch as his belt slides from around his waist. Doubled over in his fist, the sting is terrible on the seat of her jeans. The room is filled with the contact of leather and whimpering. Maddy promises to watch her sassy mouth, begging for it to be over.
