He stopped and turned back.
“My fifty dollars,” she teased.
“And the spanking you’ve earned.”
Her heart stopped cold.
Before her brain kicked in, he’d scooped her up.
He turned off the burner then strode through to the dining room.Loopy dashed around before running out of the room.
He placed Sofia on her feet and yanked down her shorts.
She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out.
Then he stripped off her panties.
She expected him to drag her over his knee, but instead, he bent her over the nearly one-hundred-year-old table.
“How many do you deserve?”
Now that the punishment was actually at hand, courage fled.
“How many for this morning, for this afternoon, for leaving me wondering if you’d be here when I got home?”He put his hand firmly in the middle of her back and pressed her torso onto the wood.“Don’t you dare move.”
She heard his booted steps on the hardwood and she had no idea where he was going.
Not only was her courage gone, but trepidation crept into its place.She felt terribly exposed, stretched out, naked from the waist down.
He returned, footfall intimidating, a minute later.“A crop,” he told her.
Sofia turned her head so that she could see it and him.“That thing looks fierce.”
“It can be.And I want to leave a few marks on you so that you look even hotter when I have you tied up.”
“I’m not sure I should have tugged the lion’s tail.”
“Remorse?”
“Maybe a bit,” she admitted.
“It’s a little late, subbie.”
She squeezed her ass cheeks.“I was afraid of that.”
“Spread your legs.I want to be sure I get good solid stripes on the insides of your thighs.”
Even though she did what he said, she tightened her hands into fists as the first tendrils of real fear unfurled.
“Did you decide?”
She frowned trying to figure out what he meant.
“How many strokes do you deserve?”
“Don’t you get to decide that?”
“That’s a decent answer.Five.”
