Throwing down the birch rods, I grab Natalia by the hair. "Foolish little mortal. How dare you mock a god?" Her breathy moan goes straight to my length. "I'm so fucking wet." I release her hair, step back, and glance at the scrap of fabric between her ass cheeks. It's soaked. Damnation. I should leave Natalia and move on to the next name on the naughty list. When I summon the parchment, her name doesn’t dissolve. It remains at the top of the list and glows red. Red can only mean one thing: Her punishment isn't yet complete.
