Page 26 of His Loving Guidance
He had to remain firm.
Once dinner was out of the way, they cuddled on a couch near the window and gazed at the unending expanse of city lights. He stroked her hair, kissed her neck, and squeezed her hands in his. She remained tense in his arms though, and he suspected the tension wouldn’t leave her until he’d chastised her properly. He leaned back and tilted her chin up. Determination filled him.
“It’s time.”
“All right,” she whispered. Worry flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t try to talk her way out of the spanking. In the past, she’d never tried to talk her way out of a punishment. She joked about it now and then, as she had at the exhibit, but she’d never truly pleaded for him to let her off the hook.
He respected her submission, however reluctant it might be in the face of a spanking, and he treasured her all the more for following his lead. He cursed himself for shirking his duties as head of household since her recovery, but he resolved to think of the last year as a lesson that now paved the way for a time to heal.
He stood up, drawing her to her feet with him. He stared down at her, all sweetness and remorse as her hands fidgeted at her sides. The elegant purple dress suited her figure, accentuating her ample bosom and tapering to her hips, where it flared outward and swept to the floor.
“Remove your clothing, Stephie. Everything.”
