“What. Was. That?” He enunciated each word carefully. “I don’t know what you were thinking about, but it certainly wasn’t your routine.”
She stared at the hollow of this throat, heat radiating out across her butt cheeks. The bulk of the cane rested against just below her ass, right at the top of her thighs. The weight of it sent chills of fear and ghastly anticipation rolling down her spine.
He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “What was going through your mind when you made a tragedy of that beautiful routine?”
“I, ah, wasn’t really…...
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