Okay?” Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.

He seemed to think that spanking solved problems instead of taking the time to talk about them.

She had a problem, which meant they had a problem.

What? Don’t you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?”His look only hardens. “No, Lucy. I’m serious. I won’t tolerate that from you.” He doesn’t look away and I feel that heat in...

He gets hard seeing his marks on me. I get wet knowing this. I don’t try to analyze it. It’s just us.

When I look in the mirror… I know that I belong to him…that I will never be the same again. I’ve let him punish me…

I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.

We’re wasting time here. I’ve got a sweet ass to paddle. Some legs to spread…

Those tingles she’d felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover’s voice, wanted him.

A man shouldn’t assume his wife was happy just because she didn’t complain all the time. She had complained this morning. He’d spanked her for it. That didn’t sit right somehow.

The collar represented something of big importance to her. He knew she saw it as losing who she was. He saw it as her trusting him enough to let him be in charge.