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Elliot frowned and took a deep breath, knowing he could not escape punishment.

He should not have entertained any hopeful thoughts. His momentary relief was just a fleeting

delusion.

Sheena emphasized her tone. “Hmm?”

Under her piercing gaze, Elliot slowly extended his left hand, the end of the ruler now resting in his palm, but Sheena did not rush to use it.

Sheena continued, “Hiding cigarettes, lying to me by blaming Lionel, trying to put on an act and avoid punishment by making me worry. How many spanks do you think you

deserve?”

Elliot’s heart sank.

She had seen through his deliberate attempt to gain sympathy.

Her mind was as clear, listing each of his wrongdoings today.

“Speak up. How many?” Sheena lightly tapped the palm of his hand with the ruler, bringing his focus

back.

Biting his lip, Elliot replied weakly, “Uh… just one?”

Sheena’s expression turned icy, and she said coldly, “One hundred.”

Elliot’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly negotiated, “How about five?”

Sheena remained unfazed. “Fifty.”

Feeling he was catching on to her pattern of reducing the count each time, Elliot continued to test the

waters.

“Ten?”

Sheena paused for a moment before saying, “Twenty.”

Reluctantly accepting this outcome, Elliot mumbled, “Alright, twenty it is. Hit me.”

Sheena did not move, raising an eyebrow and sporting a mischievous smile.

“You misunderstood. The rule is to add your count to mine. So, it’s forty spanks. Coincidentally, I just counted, and you made four mistakes! We really get each other!”

Elliot stared blankly at her, feeling like he was on the verge of breaking down.

That was not how things were supposed to play out!

Feeling a tightness in his chest, he weakly asked, “How hard are you going to hit?”

If she applied the same force as the last time she disciplined him, forty hits would render his left hand

useless!

Sheena remained solemn, stating, “This is punishment. If I go easy on you, will you really remember your lesson?”

Elliot’s spirit was crushed.

The end of the ruler was still resting on his left palm as if preparing to unleash intense pain at any

moment, radiating a menacing presence.

He hung his head dejectedly, on the brink of tears, as he secretly grumbled at how Sheena did not care

for him at all…

Suddenly, the ruler left his hand.

In the next moment, the ruler, accompanied by a swift sound, struck his palm repeatedly, denying him any chance to catch his breath.

Elliot’s fingertips trembled, jaw clenched tightly, resisting the urge to retract his hand.

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The night was unusually quiet, and the continuous sound of the ruler striking added an eerie

atmosphere.

Sheena, who had claimed not to go easy, instinctively applied only a fraction of her strength. Each strike was painful, but it did not compare to the intensity of the previous five.

After forty strikes, Elliot’s left palm was swollen and tinged with a purplish–red hue.

Elliot knew she had not hit him too hard this time, but he still could not help but complain, “I thought you really didn’t care about me anymore.”

Sheena cradled his left hand, and with soft lips, she kissed his burning palm inch by inch, gently and patiently.

In her own way, she sought to erase all his pain.