Of course, the hand was much better than any other tool, and surely Erik would have hoped to be spanked with just that in the future.
But at the moment he was a thirteen year old, still deeply confused and convinced that his sister was crazy, that he was being spanked for the first time.
The mental situation didn't help to make it any less terrible and those slaps seemed to be worse than they really were.
The room was filled with the deafening sound of the slaps and the boy's labored breathing, broken by pleading and sniffling at her.
The hand that had grabbed Jennifer's pants had tightened convulsively, trying from time to time to hinder her, to blindly grab her wrist or hand, while her tears had now blurred his vision.
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