He squeezed me harder and said, “I'm aware.And we'll be fixing that.Soon.”
I tilted my head and asked, “How exactly?”
Now it was his turn to smile.“You'll find out.”Then he pulled my head close and whispered in my ear, “But I'll give you two hints.It includes my hand.And your perfect, round ass.”
And then—
He spanked me.
Not hard.
Nothing that would leave any kind of mark whatsoever.
Even so—
The man—spanked my behind.
“Did—” My voice squeaked.“Did you just—” I had to take a breath.“Spank me?”
And that big jerk—laughed.
“That was barely a tap.But yes, Francesca.I'm going to spank your ass one day.One day soon.”He kissed the side of my face.“And you're going to like it.”
My eyes widened, and I sat up.“I think we should go shopping now.”I scooted out of bed, grabbed my dress and panties, and hurried to the bathroom.
The whole time—Stefan laughed at me.
Jerk.
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Francesca
Ugh.
Why had I agreed to this?
Was there anything more soul-killing than endlessly trying on clothes?
I zipped up a pretty dress that I had absolutely no business being in.It was clearly a fancy event dress.And since I went to exactly zero events a year—I didn't need it.
I walked out and showed Stefan the billionth outfit he'd picked out for me.
“Do you like it?”he asked, his keen eyes assessing me.
“Do I like what?”I asked, hand on my hip.“Trying on outfit after outfit that I'll never wear?Not really,” I snarked back at him.
I was tired and hot.And even though every fabric I had on my skin was the best of the best—everything just felt scratchy and ill-fitting.
Not to mention the fact that ever since Stefan had mentioned spanking me—and then actually spanked me—I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I mean, yes, I'd read about such things in books.I knew people did things like that.I wasn't a complete idiot.But it was never anything that I had considered—doing.
Or having someone do that to me.
And the more I thought about it—the more I wondered how it would feel.How would he start?Would we be in the middle of sex?Or would he lay me over his knee and—
“Francesca?”Stefan's hands were on my shoulders, and I jumped.I hadn't even noticed him getting up and walking over to me.
