Yes

“Thank you, Josh,” I say in utter defeat.

Smack, thank you, smack, thank you. This is truly the worst. Between each spank, he rubs his hand all over my firm butt, and I’m never sure exactly when the next slap is coming. The anticipation of not knowing when it's coming is awful. I can feel myself jiggle with every awful smack. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I continue to humiliate myself as he gives me exactly what I begged him for. I count each one all the way to 20 and say my final thank you.

It's finally over. I breathe a sigh of relief. It's over... right?

“Ready for another round?” Josh asks.

It feels like I’ve been tied up for hours, and that my ass is going to sting for a week. Surely we’re almost done, right? I look at the clock and feel terror creep inside me. There's still five minutes left. Is this clock fucking broken or something? How is time moving so slowly?

“You’ve got to be --”

“Kidding me,” Josh cuts me off. “Yeah, yeah. You know the drill.”

I hear the horrible sound of the gears in the toothbrush winding up and my heart is pounding, knowing what’s coming. The spanking I begged for didn’t buy me a measly 10 minutes.

“Josh, wait, wait. Let me think,” I say.

“Better think quickly, Jennifer. I’ve only got five minutes left and I’m not going to waste it,” Josh says.