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uncovered rear end, causing her to thrash in resistance. With one movement, she reached back to try to cover her bottom, but the matador shoved her away and continued to spank all the harder. By now, her buttocks were no longer pink, but turning a hot red.
    “Owwww,” she howled. “Owwww!”
    It was then the punishment stopped prematurely.
    “Get up and go stand in the corner,” he ordered, cutting the session short. “I know what you’re really hoping. You’re hoping the damned bull kills me!”
    Lucinda arose and stood before him with her pants and panties still dangling awkwardly by her ankles. She was struggling to fight back tears, both from pain and frustration at how southward their love had gone. It was then she looked at the robe and grew even more outraged.
    “Jesus, Manolo! You aren’t even hard!”
    Garza sprang from the bed and brought back his hand as if to strike her in the face, but caught himself, while his wife looked furiously back into his eyes. She was so enraged; she didn’t even bother to rub her agony-blasted behind.
    “Get off all your clothes or I’ll rip them off myself,” the matador commanded, and there was no doubt he meant business. There was nothing even slightly sensual about the scene any more.
    “Do it, bitch!”
    Stiffening with contempt, Lucinda ignored the pain that burned through her lower half. Without bending, she stepped out of her pants and underwear so from the waist down she wore nothing but her sandals. As she kicked out of these as well, she hoped Manolo would not be inspired to use one of them.
    “Now the rest.”
    Still silent in her challenge, she started to unbutton her blouse, one step at a time. Flinging it open, she exposed her bra and heaving breasts. The material matched her panties.
    “Naked,” the matador ordered.
    Lucinda flung the top to the floor and unhooked her bra, hurling it aside as well, so she was completely undressed before her tormentor. In spite of the punishment and humiliation she was enduring, her own breathing was becoming labored and the physical ruled over the psychological. Her nipples were erect.
    “Go into the corner,” he insisted. “Get moving.”
    As Lucinda paraded into the desolate edge of the room, Garza watched her go. He was thinking of a flood of things, and while his wife showed no emotion aside from rage, his mind was hosting a multitude of feelings. His eyes darted from the unclothed woman with the increasingly reddening ass and the green suit of lights, reminding him of both the present and what was to be his future.
    “This could be the very last time we do this,” he insisted as he sat unmoving on the bed. “This could be it, and I don’t mean in the same way you’re thinking. He’s waiting for me, you know. Gaditano is waiting beneath the moonlight in the corral right now. I swear he knows I’m coming for him. We are going to try to kill each other. Only one of us will succeed.”
    “It’s all insanity,” Lucinda growled from the corner. Her voice was muffled by the way she had positioned her head to face the wall. “This is just stupid shit you created in your own brain, about spankings bringing luck, but if you think it gives you some kind of edge and believe it so strongly, then more power to you. The only thing is, we’re never doing it again. I took your shit for too long, and the only thing I’ve ever gotten out of it is a raw ass. As for your giving this bull human qualities, you have to be dumber than he is.”
    Beside the suit of lights draped over the chair were other cases carrying his capes and swords. They were ready for Gaditano. Tomorrow he would bestow an entirely different punishment on a unique and far more deadly offender.
    “At least you must love me a little bit,” he mused. “Otherwise you never would have come.”
    “I want to see how this plays out,” was all Lucinda said. “That’s all.”
    It was then Manolo caught his wife’s hands moving to massage her ravaged