Pap! ... Pap! ... Pap!
"Alright, that's one smack for each of your unprompted attacks," said Will, seated on Kataat's destroyed throne with Vestaahl bent over his left knee and her tail arched to expose her bottom.
"You are a truly hateful man..." remarked Vestaahl, rising from Will's knee, twisting her upper body, and flaring her leg to get a glimpse of her left ass cheek. As Will had promised, she now had a hot, hairless palmprint on her butt that perfectly matched the contours of his hand. He didn't smack her hard enough to leave a whelp or cause bruising, but by making his Aura sticky and striking the same area over and over again, he had functionally waxed her—pulling out tens of thousands of hairs by their roots.
