[Perhaps he can’t catch the fullness of her flushed skin, where it darkens the most, but the fact that it creeps around her shoulders is telling enough. One can hope that it’s more from pleasure than embarrassment — that the latter will begin to abate the longer they indulge themselves in this.
He gives her rear one more indulgent squeeze. Can such fondling be warm, affectionate? Maybe Sholmes can manage it.]
Anything for you.
[But again, contrast. Against that kindness, a second passes, and Sholmes brings his hand down hard against her backside again. The slap resonates throughout the room. He eases his palm against her gently afterward.]
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He gives her rear one more indulgent squeeze. Can such fondling be warm, affectionate? Maybe Sholmes can manage it.]
Anything for you.
[But again, contrast. Against that kindness, a second passes, and Sholmes brings his hand down hard against her backside again. The slap resonates throughout the room. He eases his palm against her gently afterward.]