Page 55 of His Christmas Wife

“Would you like me to secure your wrists to keep you in position?”

Sometimes she knew that was a blessing. Because if she attempted to escape him, he may spank her longer or harder. “Not unless that pleases you, Sir.”

“This time, we can skip it.”

This time?Which meant he planned to scene again in the future?

“Relax.”

Since every muscle was clenched, that was difficult.

Rather than repeat himself, he simply began to trail his fingertips over her body, then spanked her a couple of times before rubbing her skin to bring blood flow to the area.

“Would you like to be a little more adventurous this afternoon?” he asked, selecting a tawse from the wall.

She looked at the tool, fear and excitement warring inside her.

As she watched, he swung it through the air a couple of times, making her gasp.

“Are you brave enough?”

Am I?Curiosity trumped nervousness, and she gave him a whispered, “Yes.”

“How many?”

Fighting off the butterflies in her tummy, she wiggled around. “How ever many you say.” Even though a good submissive would leave that answer there, she corrected her response. “No more than five?”

He chuckled, the sound diabolical. “Six.”

She should have kept her mouth shut.

Before she was completely ready, the first spank seared her with its twin leather kisses. She exhaled a shocked breath.

Frost massaged away the pain, and she turned her head to the side, trying to settle in.

The second didn’t startle her as much, but his third made her clench her hands.

“Let go.”

Appreciating the reminder, she relaxed. “Yes, Sir.”

Gently she closed her eyes and splayed her fingers against the blue vinyl.

“That’s it.”

Knowing what to expect allowed her to accept the next with a sigh. Now that she was accustomed to it, she loved the sting, the way the strips of leather separated on impact.

“And this,” he said, rubbing her again when he was finished, “is a taste of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

On and on he went, driving her to distraction with the tiny bites of pleasure.

“Did you learn your lesson, my sub?” he asked when he was finished.

“What lesson were you hoping I’d learn, Sir? To behave?” She turned her head to the side to look at him, but her hair hung in such disarray that she couldn’t focus on him. “Or to misbehave?”

He chuckled as he traced his marks. “I didn’t know you had a touch of brat in you.”

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