I was left alone, hands on my stinging cheeks, not knowing what to do with myself.From the next room came the sound of a hammer tapping against a wall. His smile is tight, and he doesn’t quite meet Florian’s eyes.My prince speaks in his calm, level voice. Gay sex I met his gaze. He took a cloth from the cupboard and held it under the tap. Over the next week, I was spanked every evening, once for each working hour I’d missed. I freeze up.It’s Florian who saves the moment. Don’t be stupid. That paddle kept me out of prison. No such luck.After a pause, he said, “There’s a cheese board in the kitchen with a handle. Some of the patricians thought you’d got off too lightly with your custodial sentence.”“What do you mean? Florian brought the paddle down rhythmically, making sure every swat counted. Wanted to say something. “You can trust him,” I tell Jimmy. “It’s been nearly three years since I got that sick from drinking. Pamela has already gone back to the Peel Bastion – she’s meeting up with a friend there.I unfold the map of the new district and point out the spot to Jimmy.
