She sobbed into her clenched fists, the pillow scrunched up against her face. Passion consumed the room and flayed across her bare buttocks, red, raw and intense. Her skin was so soft. Her smell acute and piercing like the wild aroma of a meadow in the middle of Spring. As I struck her again, and the sound of the leather belt ricocheted around the confines of the bedroom, the walls glared down at us like silent sentinels to bare witness of the transgressions being played out before them.