She’s painting…

Evan feels the paintbrush again, but this time its much more different.

His ass becomes cold and he starts smelling something much worse than normal paint.

“Um, Sarah?-“

Sarah replies with five more slaps to his balls.

“Evan, I’m simply preparing my canvas, I believe Mrs. Tea told you ‘not a word’.”

Evan shuts his eyes and tenses in his position.