“He then struck each cheek once more. The blows were just as crisply delivered as all the earlier ones had been. ‘Up you get,’ he called out in a cheerful tone, unringing her waist. Jenny couldn’t bring herself to get to her feet right away. She lay across the manager’s lap, panting and gasping to allow the anguish in her nether region to diminish somewhat. Eventually, she struggled upright, wincing with each tiny movement of her bum muscles…Jenny managed to uncoil her blouse to prevent any further exposure and her hands then shot to her scarlet-skinned buttocks, clasping hold of them in an attempt to give the semi-globes some much-needed comfort…” – Excerpt from “Painful Tariff,” Janus 161
