He cries out on the next blow. He can't stop it. Between the thudding of his chest and the look he can feel Mike giving him, resting on his shoulders like a weight, it's no hope. His ass is pink, sensitive, taking more abuse as the belt falls...

It just pushes out of him, like something that had been contained for a long time and fighting, and he shouts, eyes screwed tightly shut.

He trusts Mike implicitly, but that doesn't mean that he has any idea what happens now. Shaking a little, Tom drew a sharp, shallow breath.