“Did you get the deoderant, Xen?” He asked her softly.
“Nooo,” she moaned again, and added quickly, “Please stop!” Her hands were balled tightly into fists, hovering on either side of her head.
He ignored her plea, following with a barrage of hard swats. They continued until she found herself squirming away again and hurriedly wresting herself back in position, to show she wasn’t trying to fight him, and kicked her legs into the air.
After a few more strikes, Jareth stopped, resting his hand by his side. Eyes squeezed tight, Xen wondered hopefully if he might be done. It was less than she expected, but she was never sure what to expect when she hadn’t explicitly broken a rule. Spankings were never over quickly, because Xen seemed to shrug them off almost immediately if they weren’t appropriately devastating, but when he punished her for something they hadn’t mutually agreed upon, he usually erred on the side of leniency.
That hope was dashed when the brush came back to rest over her sore skin and she tensed again.