He raised the paddle into the air and brought it down swiftly and firmly on her cheeks. She gasped but held her lips together so as not to let a scre...m escape. A red indentation on her backside showed exactly where the paddle had made contact with skin.He brought it down a second time. She jumped, and tried to pull away, but the wrist restraints held her in place against the horse. A third time the paddle was raised and applied to her bottom. On this third strike, she let out a small. He spoke quietly, making her lean forward slightly against the table to hear, “I’m pretty sure I’d break them, they’re skinny like sticks, who wouldn’t prefer someone with a few curves here and there?”Faith tilted her head some and raised her hand to tuck a few stray hands of her auburn red hair behind an ear as she sat back up, she was wearing it in a ponytail, but the action was habit to her. “Well… I do have a curve or two…” she admitted, and it was no lie. She was a full figured girl and. " Should you have to back me or someone else up, do what they tell you. Should you actually encounter this killer unexpectedly, well, what would you do if you suddenly came face to face with a terrorist?" There were smothered grins around the room. I nodded. "Shoot first, aim for the chest." I tapped my breast. "Right there. Destroy his heart and he's dead. This time for good. Even if you're using regular bullets, shoot a lot of them. It won't kill him, but it does hurt and enough can slow him. We were both already down to boxers—ya I usually brought some on the road. I could see he was already getting boned up. Typically, he shouldn't expect nothing less than the way it had always been—rough and to the point. Funny how he was getting a boner if that was what he was thinking—did he actually like that shit ?Moving down with my tongue now to his belly, I circled each popping ab, much to his delight, then continued up and down his happy trail. His trail was actually a bit thicker than.