Very good, my pet. You're doing so well, keep count. [the thing with this ""as punishment"" is that Everett absolutely likes to break it up with praise and affection, because it's so much better that way. The hand in Hector's hair finds the base of a horn to circle with a fingers, massaging attentively.
All the meanwhile, he lands another hard slap, this time skewing to one cheek. He gropes a rough palmful after, awaiting Hector to give the count of three, if he's not already so unfocused]
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All the meanwhile, he lands another hard slap, this time skewing to one cheek. He gropes a rough palmful after, awaiting Hector to give the count of three, if he's not already so unfocused]