Her headmistress thought so. Her fellow school pupils all agreed. And her bum always had to suffer as a result.It was a rare day that Winona didn't ge... a spanking. And usually not just a spanking, but also a caning or a paddling. And every night when she went to bed, her arse was red, often raw and on occasion striped by welts from the teachers' or the headmistress' cane. It was rare that Winona could sleep comfortably on her back. And usually there was a further spanking, usually with a. It was her first, no doubt, and I felt a little guilty despite knowing that things would only escalate from here.I slipped the robe off her slight shoulders and she stood naked. I had to get her to the water. Her after-shower glow was almost gone and the haze would lift any moment."Let's go, [NAME]. Back to the shower!" I whispered these words in her ear, turning her and then guiding her back to the shower with a hand on her ass. She made haste, maybe sensing the urgency at hand no matter how. He shrugged off those that would come to his side and try to bandage him. He pushed aside the women that would bid him to rest so that they could tend to his wounds. His pace was steady, his eyes dark and menacing and his resolve undeniably strong. He did not stop until he reached the woman’s tent. And there it was that, for only the briefest of moments, his legs shook and his demeanor of strength had nearly crumbled. The woman waved her hand, as if to rid herself from those around her. The. She’s exhausted. And she doesn’t have the sense to say no to something that’s going to be even more emotionally draining. No. Just no.”I kissed Alistair’s fingers, then peeled them off gently. “Of course, Aedan.” I turned to face my husband, holding his hand against my cheek. “It’s Faren,” I reminded him. “He’s my friend, love.”Alistair slumped. “And your guilty conscience.” He leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “I’m coming with you, then.” He looked intently at Aedan. “And I don’t care what.