Then his hand crashed down, somehow shocking her again with the ferocity and a level of pain that rivaled the brush.
He spanked so much more quickly with his hand than the brush, and the sting built unbearably. When he focused on a single spot, she tried to twist around, but his hand followed her, until she gave up her struggle and allowed herself to fight him, and lose, and suffer under the continued torrent of swats.
Jareth switched back to the brush, and Xen couldn’t stop herself; she threw back her hand, hoping for a moment’s pause.
He moved his strikes to her thighs. “OW FUCK!” Jareth grabbed her wrist, they wrestled for control of her hand, while she continued to try to yank herself away from the torment. “Please stop please stop please please!” she repeated, bucking and wiggling furiously. After a few seconds agonized struggle, she surrendered. He pinned her hand to the small of her back. Xen tried to force herself still again, releasing her energy and anguish into screams. All the fight left her. The spanking went on, and she continued to scream, biting the blankets, occasionally pausing to beg, and kicking her legs against the bedding.