Page 18 of Wild Ever After
He raised a brow in question, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she moved to the foot of the raised bed and leaned over, elbows and forearms resting flat.
His jeans brushed the backs of her thighs. He was rock hard and she clamped down on the urge to wiggle, to tease.
“Forty-seven, my Bella. Forty-seven spankings.”
“I’m forty-eight this year.”
“And you have two cheeks, one for each year.” He swatted one. “This.” He swatted the other. “And this.”
Ninety-five in total? That’s what he had planned. Bella didn’t groan, but she wanted to. She wanted to crawl to the other side of the bed and hid her backside from him.
Harry didn’t give playful spankings. Each one stung. Each one meant something. Each one would be remembered as she sat down later, tomorrow, next week.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Belt or hand? It’s been a while, so choose carefully.”
Everything she’d done so far was by her choosing. There was a lesson in there somewhere. She just didn’t know what it was yet.
She’d bet her salary at the college that by the end of the weekend she’d have it figured out or he’d have spelled it out for her.
Belt or hand.
She loved both.
The hand would sting.
The belt would snap and bruise.
She’d feel both for days to come.
“Hand.”
“Excellent choice. Personal. Definitely intimate. Fitting after so many months.”
His smooth hands caressed the lace covered skin of her behind. She bit back the moan that wanted to escape.
Of all the scenarios that could have taken shape in her head as possibilities for her birthday weekend, her husband showing up and her being bent over for a spanking wouldn’t have been among of them.
And yet, that’s exactly where she was and what was about to happen.
That absence had made her mind want to forget, her heart and her body hadn’t gotten the memo.
“You will count for me, girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Anticipation made her tense and when the first smack landed, it reverberated through her body.
“One,” she squeaked.
“Oh, my dear one, I think we can do better than that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes. Sir.”
“Good. Relax. You know how this works.”
“She did. “It’s just… It’s been… I’m not used to it anymore.”
