Now, now... [SLAP. Two. And another right after, to be three, though that one is lighter as a mercy. The spike in tenderness is only going to grow and grow, meaning even small smacks begin to feel intense as the starting, firmer ones. Everett knows the balance.
And he pets Hector's nuzzling head and hand with his between. A very good boy, being so obedient.]
I should scold you for such language, but... I've begun to like when you curse me. [in private, of course, like all of this. It's in it's proper place.]
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And he pets Hector's nuzzling head and hand with his between. A very good boy, being so obedient.]
I should scold you for such language, but... I've begun to like when you curse me. [in private, of course, like all of this. It's in it's proper place.]