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Chapter 550
Chapter 550
Elliot frowned and took a deep breath, knowing he could not escape punishment.
He should not have entertained any hopeful thoughts. His momentary relief was just a fleeting
delusion.
Sheena emphasized her tone. “Hmm?”
Under her piercing gaze, Elliot slowly extended his left hand, the end of the ruler now resting in his
palm, but Sheena did not rush to use it.
Sheena continued, “Hiding cigarettes, lying to me by blaming Lionel, trying to put on an act and avoid
punishment by making me worry. How many spanks do you think you
deserve?”
Elliot’s heart sank.
She had seen through his deliberate attempt to gain sympathy.
Her mind was as clear, listing each of his wrongdoings today.
“Speak up. How many?” Sheena lightly tapped the palm of his hand with the ruler, bringing his focus
back.
Biting his lip, Elliot replied weakly, “Uh… just one?”
Sheena’s expression turned icy, and she said coldly, “One hundred.”
Elliot’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly negotiated, “How about five?”
Sheena remained unfazed. “Fifty.”
Feeling he was catching on to her pattern of reducing the count each time, Elliot continued to test the
waters.
“Ten?”
Sheena paused for a moment before saying, “Twenty.”
Reluctantly accepting this outcome, Elliot mumbled, “Alright, twenty it is. Hit me.”
Sheena did not move, raising an eyebrow and sporting a mischievous smile.
“You misunderstood. The rule is to add your count to mine. So, it’s forty spanks. Coincidentally, I just
counted, and you made four mistakes! We really get each other!”
Elliot stared blankly at her, feeling like he was on the verge of breaking down.
That was not how things were supposed to play out!
Feeling a tightness in his chest, he weakly asked, “How hard are you going to hit?”
If she applied the same force as the last time she disciplined him, forty hits would render his left hand
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useless!
Sheena remained solemn, stating, “This is punishment. If I go easy on you, will you really remember
your lesson?”
Elliot’s spirit was crushed.
The end of the ruler was still resting on his left palm as if preparing to unleash intense pain at any
moment, radiating a menacing presence.
He hung his head dejectedly, on the brink of tears, as he secretly grumbled at how Sheena did not
care
for him at all…
Suddenly, the ruler left his hand.
In the next moment, the ruler, accompanied by a swift sound, struck his palm repeatedly, denying him
any chance to catch his breath.
Elliot’s fingertips trembled, jaw clenched tightly, resisting the urge to retract his hand.
Though he felt unfairly treated, he obediently endured it.
The night was unusually quiet, and the continuous sound of the ruler striking added an eerie
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Sheena, who had claimed not to go easy, instinctively applied only a fraction of her strength. Each
strike was painful, but it did not compare to the intensity of the previous five.
After forty strikes, Elliot’s left palm was swollen and tinged with a purplish–red hue.
Elliot knew she had not hit him too hard this time, but he still could not help but complain, “I thought you
really didn’t care about me anymore.”
Sheena cradled his left hand, and with soft lips, she kissed his burning palm inch by inch, gently and
patiently.
In her own way, she sought to erase all his pain.