As Amanda had predicted, it only took two oval imprints to cover each of side of Charley’s ass.
After four kisses from the new pink hairbrush, Charley’s entire bottom was marked.
From now on, Abby knew, the rest were gravy.
And Charley knew it too.
Never a new spot to be hit.
His Sweet Abby kept hitting one tender spot after another.
Charley’s tortured bottom rolled and twisted.
No matter what he did, Abby was right on point.