Ah.
Oh... oh dear.
That was... a LITTLE more of a sting than expected! Ah...
DM clutched the handles more powerfully, and stared forward, resolute.
He wouldn't cry out, of course. That was a given. As the paddle THWACKED across his snowy white buns a third time, he tensed them tight, bracing himself and trying to refer his mind to the weather.
He WAS British, after all.
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