At that moment, Anderson steps out onto the stage and grins down at her.
“You…ow! Asshole! Ahh!” Kasha curses him while the dancer swats her two more times, just lighting her ass up.
Anderson’s whole face is a smile as he shouts to her. “What’s the safeword, Kasha?”
Understanding and outrage war on her face, and I can only imagine what threats she’s about to hurl at him, but the paddle comes down again.
“Yama!” she shouts instead. “Yama Yama, owwwww!”
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THE END