"If I spank you any more, it's going to bruise. It may have already," I told her some hours later.

She looked back at me, sulking. "So? So when I sit down tomorrow, I'll remember how much Mr. Canon approves of my ass. It'll feel good. Go on. Bruise me."

I patted the bed. "Come on, give it a rest for a bit. I can only take so much."

Tabitha stood, frowning, and gestured to my admittedly fully erect shaft upthrust from my prone position. "Really? Because it looks like you could take more."

"I meant my hand, actually. But if you're so intent on brushing up, climb aboard. You're...