“Very nice,” he purred, and she knew she was wet for him. Every spanking, no matter how harsh, left her aching in more ways than one. “Your punishment is a spanking and then a plug in your naughty hole.”
“Oh…”
“You’re lucky I don’t put you straight to bed without any supper. Instead, you’ll enjoy a nice, easy afternoon off, with your bottom hole getting stretched for me.” His fingers drifted between her legs again, making her suck in her breath.
“Soaked.” He chuckled, and she closed her eyes at how obvious her arousal was at just the thought of him playing with her bum.
“Spread your legs, Phoebe. I want to see your cunny turn pink as I turn your bottom cheeks red.” She obeyed, and felt him push her skirts up higher. His hand smacked down, covering most of one cheek. With a little grunt, she shifted on his knees. He wasn’t using full force, but it was enough for her to know this wasn’t going to be a pleasurable spanking. A pause, and Phoebe could imagine him admiring the sight of his handprint on her pale skin before he added its twin on her other cheek.
Calum painted her bottom with hand prints, ten on each cheek before he started massaging away the subtle soreness. Her spankings were never meant to hurt her, only remind her who was in control. From the wet slicking down her thighs, Phoebe knew he could tell she liked it when her husband was in control. As usual, a warm glow spread through her, fueling her submissive side. She felt small and cared for, even loved. It didn’t make sense to her that a smack on her bottom awoke those feelings, but it did.
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