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

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

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.

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.

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.

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