Steven closed the door behind him and clicked on the kitchen light. A pile of mail lay on the table, along with an overnight package and two drinking ...lasses. A half-empty pitcher of iced tea stood in the center of the table.Steven walked through the kitchen into the dining room and made his way around into the living room. The television was not on, nor was the stereo. Karen had been more tired in the past few weeks of her pregnancy, so Steven assumed she was taking a nap. He walked quietly. ”“Just don’t watch me while I get undressed, okay? Like, go in the bathroom and I’ll call you when I’m posed. Would that be all right?”“Of course. If you’re sure. Jasmine ... God! They beat this stuff into us for the past eighteen years. I won’t do anything to you. I won’t try to make you do something. Anything. I’ll ... I’ll just go into the bathroom until you say you’re ready.” I gave her a quick squeeze and ran to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door. As if she was going to come in and. " "P... Please, don't paddle me!" I pleaded. "I... I said it! I said it!" CRACK! "FUCK! Owwww Owwww! Ohhhh..." My knuckles must have been white, curled around the pockets. I willed myself not to drop to the table and cover my burning ass. "Ohhh Godd..." CRACK!! "OOOHHHHhhhhhh!!!" Steven's hand in the small of my back pushed down, keeping me from moving. "I think you're forgetting something..." "B... But... What?!" I stammered. "You forgot to thank me and ask for another. Now we'll. J’ai essayé de l’éviter sur sa gauche mais rien n’y fait, il s’est déplacé et je me suis retrouvé bloqué par sa poitrine, je commençais à trembler tellement j’avais peur que ce soit un voleur qui pourrait me faire du mal s’il ne trouvait rien sur moi car justement je n’avais rien sur moi.Il me fixa dans les yeux et me fit signe de passer devant lui vers un bosquet qui était sur le côté. Je me suis exécuté tout tremblant et me dirigeais vers l’endroit qui était désert.Et là, il me somma de.