Chapter 83 Bad Guy

• Annie
• After I practically pushed Daniel away from me, I pulled up my pants and panties with a wince and ran into the bathroom, locking the door with a slam that was way too loud for even my liking. I lean against the door and wipe the tears from my face with my hands and take a calming breath. My ass throbs and burns and I decide to check out the damage in the mirror. I carefully peel the two pieces of fabric away from my heated backside with another wince and an added hiss. Daniel didn't go easy. My once light flesh is now tinted red and peppered in light reddish purple circular marks that I'm guessing match perfectly with the spoon. For the spanking I just endured, it feels worse than it actually looks. I fully expected large bruises, but I only see minimal bruising.
• Daniel tries to turn the knob. He then sighs and then knocks when he discovers it's locked. I can't help but snicker. He hasn't changed a bit. "Little American? Open the door."