You were swift, I only counted... oh, perhaps eight minutes I waited. I'm going to strike you once for each, alright? And you need to keep count, or I'll start over. Don't forget. [a gentle pet to the curve of Hector's ass. He gropes and feels out the plumpest part,]

... and I'm adding two more, just now, for not calling me sir. [he moves his hand to land the first slap, hard and loud in the small space. Everett enjoys this greatly, a fun game (and hardly punishment at all, Hector is right)]

One. Repeat, my pet, or it doesn't count.