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to love it,” he corrected. “You need to be thankful for discipline. It will teach you to behave.”
    “Nooooooo…”
    It was the wrong thing to blurt out, as Manolo’s voice exploded in outrage.
    “Are you arguing with me? That’s gonna cost you more paddling!”
    Lucinda moved her loose hand over her blistered butt, but her persecutor was having none of that. Grabbing her by the wrist with his own free hand, he pinned her arm to the lower portion of her back so no shielding would take place.
    “Now you’re really gonna get it,” he announced, and that was exactly what happened.
    “Ow! Ow!”
    Held against his lap, Lucinda was forced to take her horrid punishment without the slightest hope of relief. Her ass was on fire as the hard plastic slammed into her bare flesh, bringing indescribable pain. It hurt so much worse than the hand she had received in the rodeo ring.
    There would be bruising on her rear end for some time to come, and this go around, the pain was not going away easily.
    “Owwww…”
    With her hand trapped, she made a last ditch effort to cover herself by raising her legs as best she could and with them bent, hoped to cover her tail end. The ploy did not work.
    “Get your legs down straight or you’ll get it all from scratch.”
    “Nooooooo!”
    “When are you going to learn to close that mouth and obey me?” Manolo sighed in feigned frustration. “The more you resist, the longer this will take.”
    Lucinda howled in not just disappointment, but outright fear. Her entire body shivered at the thought of even more barbarity to come.
    “No! Please! I can’t take it anymore!”
    “You can and you will!”
    “No!”
    Another series of blows came on Lucinda’s already burning ass as she yelped, yelled, and cursed aloud. Finally, it looked to be over.
    “Get up and stand in the corner.”
    Lucinda rolled off his lap and curled on the floor, rubbing her bottom with both hands, and tears poured from her eyes. Her face was nearly as red as her buttocks.
    “Owwwwww!”
    “I said stand in the corner.”
    From somewhere in the distance a trumpet sounded, and the notes of Silverio Perez rocked through the house again.
    “What?”
    Lucinda opened her eyes, relieved to find the savage session to have been only the product of her subconscious.
    Turning on her side, she felt herself to be sure it had all been a dream. There was only a slight soreness from her spanking earlier on, but nothing to indicate the barbaric hairbrush session had been for real.
    The dream had confused her all the more. In truth, she did not know what she wanted. She was not even sure she was looking forward to the upcoming Hermosillo adventure with Manolo or not.
    To complicate matters further, had she known, Manolo Garza was not preparing himself for the test of manhood against the animals he would face tomorrow, but sitting on the toilet in his own place, masturbating to the memories of her naked pubic region and ass.

Chapter Four
    The ride to Hermosillo was an uncomfortable one, for neither spoke of the blow to the balls, the sudden kiss, the spanking, or the frontal viewing that had transpired in the Agua Prieta rodeo ring. If Lucinda’s ass had been injured, she was no longer showing the effects of the same and appeared to be sitting quite well. Manolo’s own manhood had clearly stopped throbbing, and he walked fine.
    While Lucinda drove, Manolo tried to concentrate on the danger that awaited him. Again and again, he replayed the tape in his mind, reminding himself of what he would do with the cow that was being offered him. He would drop to his knees and whirl, just as he had done in practicing. He would run the hand for long, beautiful naturals and he would profile before his adversary, as if he was before 50,000 crazed spectators in México City.
    The drive to Hermosillo had been harrowing for both of them, for they had left in the middle of the night, and the roads were difficult to navigate. They had stopped and