"Don't stop," he says, just before he gives Jack another good smack. It's one of their smaller paddles, mostly because he hadn't wanted to risk whacking Jack's wrist and actually injuring him.
"But tell me if the color changes."
He gives Jack a few quick, hard smacks, delighting in watching his skin get red, angry. He stops just long enough to reach out and touch, his hand cool against the welts.
Then he repeats the same hits on the other side. They couldn't let Jack get uneven, after all.
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Date: 2018-04-05 05:23 pm (UTC)"But tell me if the color changes."
He gives Jack a few quick, hard smacks, delighting in watching his skin get red, angry. He stops just long enough to reach out and touch, his hand cool against the welts.
Then he repeats the same hits on the other side. They couldn't let Jack get uneven, after all.