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botched cheeks redden noticeably. Lucinda was not fighting him as much as he expected her to, but she was not enjoying the process. He was the only one thrilled by the same.
    “You stay down and take this,” he ordered. “Move and you’ll get the brush or the belt!”
    He stripped off his robe, so he was likewise naked. It was not the growing erection he noticed the most, but the keepsake on his abdomen left by Gaditano. The scar had physically healed, but mentally it had not.
    “I live! I live! I live!”
    Again, he whacked away at Lucinda’s poor bottom, watching it grow more and more inflamed. There were no longer handprints, but just two gigantic red circles, one on each side, where the many blows had mingled together into painful streaks of scarlet.
    “Owwwww,” Lucinda moaned, with no standoffishness left in her voice. “Ow.”
    It was then she started to not just cry, but blubber, yelping out indistinguishable phrases as tears poured down her face.
    “Stop,” he could make out once or twice as he went on to whap her. “Stop. Please.”
    As he continued to spank her, she moved her legs in a pumping motion, fanning her ass in the air in hope of bringing relief. She dared not place her hands behind her, as she so badly wanted, out of terror as to what retribution that would bring.
    “Owwwwwwwwwwww…”
    She gave a shriek that reached into the high heavens, leading Manolo to fear someone would think murder was taking place in the hotel room.
    “Do you love me?” he asked, as he readied to bring the session to a close.
    “I fucking hate you! I hate being spanked! I hate this! Fuck you!”
    Lucinda had gotten her second wind and was capable of speech once more.
    “Wrong answer,” he shot back and continued to whap his target. “That won’t do.”
    His own hand was stinging from the impact against her bare flesh, yet he continued to dish out the punishment he felt she deserved.
    “Do you wish Gaditano would have killed me?” he asked. “Do you wish I was dead?”
    “Yes,” Lucinda spat out as her fury overruled her pain. “Yes, you prick!”
    “Wrong answer,” he announced again and continued with the spanking.
    Lucinda’s tail section was now glowering. He could sense the heat himself as he whapped her all the harder, feeling the flesh boil. The pain must have been excruciating, but what was this when compared to the goring he had taken? Why couldn’t she understand this? What was wrong with her? He was not the problem. He wasn’t the one at fault.
    “One last set of spankings,” he told her. “Then you can get dressed and we’re going out to eat.”
    “Fuck you!” Lucinda shouted.
    Again, Garza delivered a series of hard alternating slaps, listening to the whacking sound as he connected with her. Lucinda again howled and blithered unintelligible curses, but these had no effect on him or his desire to stop his attack.
    “I live! I live! I live!”
    Finally, he stopped, as he was completely exhausted. Adding insult to injury, he did not penetrate the hair covered hole that was so visible with Lucinda bent over with her ass facing toward him. Instead, he gave himself a quick set of jerks and erupted into the air.
    “You bastard!” Lucinda screamed at him. “Fuck you! We’re done!”
    Without bothering to dress, she did the incredible, running stark naked out of the hotel room and into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.
    “And where do you think you’re going!” he called after her. “You won’t get far like that!”
    Rising, he put on his robe and thought of what further punishment Lucinda needed when she realized she’d forgotten her clothes and returned. The belt? The hair brush? A lint remover? There were many possibilities.
    “Bitch…”
    There was a knock at the door. Expecting either Lucinda or hotel security, he opened it and was surprised to find neither there.
    “Don Manolo Garza? Matador de novillos toros?”
    There was a man he didn’t recognize standing