I dipped my fingers in the cold cream and smeared some onto her bottom and started to caress it into her flesh. ‘Let me ask you something’ she said, ‘this afternoon, when you were beating me, I got the impression that you became aroused. Hot xxx 18 . . . . … The curtains were still closed although it was still quite light outside. Leaving the door open, she turned her back on me and walked into the lounge. I gazed for a long minute at the swollen and bruised buttocks and upper thighs; at the ridged welts where the cane had impacted on her cheeks; at the angry broad crimson stripes where the belt had cut her; at the blood suffused patches where hairbush and leather soled slipper had beaten her and at the stray flecks of blood still scattered across her rump even though I imagined that
