“One manicured, sculptured hand slowly made its way to her glowing bottom. Rachel could hardly bear to touch the scorching flesh. She had never realized that the back of a hairbrush could hurt so much…Suddenly, Rachel felt a hand running caressingly over her still smarting derriere. He sat on the edge of the bed and his stroking hand began to apply soothing cold cream to her twin hummocks…” – Excerpt from “Aftermath,” Janus 90
