“Please! XXX …I’m…sorry!” she pleads once again only to be met with another swift smack directly onto her burning skin. He pulls furiously at the hem of her cotton summer dress, yanking it up over her hips. “I know all about you sneaking around at all hours, bringing different young men into the house and getting up to all kinds of obscene behaviour up in your room. You never complain when you prostitute yourself to all and sundry. “Such insolence!” he roars, both of his hands now at her hips. You complain so bitterly now but I know you crave such brutality!”
She is shaking uncontrolably, aghast at his cruelty. He swiftly pulls her panties down off her hips and she struggles, pressing her thighs together to prevent him from pulling them any further. She starts to speak but a sharp glance silences her stammering. She squirms, trying to escape his grip but he is too strong. I’m highly offended that you should protest so furiously.
