The next strikes came down increasingly harder, with a break after each for his palm to rub the heated skin and, by the time he got to forty, she was so wet that she thought she might qualify as a river in her own right. *Smack* The strike to her lower right buttock was so hard that she jolted in surprise against the table. "Forty-one, Sir," she gasped, tears springing to the edges of her eyes. She expected the next to be identical on the other side but instead he swatted the back of her right thigh, lightly, before soothing his hand up over her thigh and arse. "Forty-two, Sir," she sighed with pleasure. The next two followed suit on the other side - one hard, one soft, and then the gentle stroke of his palm on her skin. The last strike fell straight between her spread legs and she screamed in surprise before gasping. "Forty-five, Sir," shaking as the fading sting left her impossibly heated and she was desperate for him to touch her again. 