Page 304 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

He was looking at her as if he knew she was full of shit. She kept her eyes on the road.

“I mean, only if I need to…”

“Yes or no?” His voice was quite stern.

“Sometimes.” Hers was quite squeaky.

“I spank for lying, too,” he said casually.

Her heart did a double beat. God, he had the ability to flip her world on its end with a simple turn of phrase. And stealing a glance at him, she could tell that he totally knew it.

“When you drive my car, your phone will stay in your bag the entire time, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said, trying for a casual tone. “If you say so.”

“I say so. And if you disobey me, you're going to find out how a spanking with my belt feels.”

Her belly jumped into a knot at those words. Dom looked at her for a long moment, then leaned back as if he was satisfied.

She drove in silence, waiting for the inner quaking to fade. Then she ventured, “Dom?”

“Mmm?”

“I was just wondering… I mean, I'm just curious—when Stella said you spank hard, was she just saying that or was she speaking from… personal experience?”

Dom shifted in his seat. He seemed uncomfortable. He took a deep breath. “Stella and I used to be a couple. A very long time ago.”

She already knew that from Fox. She wasn't trying to pull a jealous act or anything. She just wanted to understand Dom's past. With spanking. Like, why was he so good at it? And who else had he spanked? And was it a turn-on for him? Or had it been in the past?

“I know. And you guys… you spanked her?”

Dom seemed even more uncomfortable. He tugged at his earlobe. “Well, it was not that kind of spanking. It was more for punishment, not for play. I mean, sometimes it ended up going in a sexual direction, but mostly it was the other kind.” He shifted nervously around in his seat again, twisting to face her. “You have to understand, Kate, that it was hundreds of years ago. At that time, it was common for a man to discipline his woman when he thought she required correction.”

Oh. God. Her internal muscles spasmed at that in a spontaneous mini-orgasm. Dom must have known it because he started chuckling in a low rumble.

“Shut up!” she snapped.

“Don't be rude,” he said, but there was no sternness to it, and he was still smiling. “Does that turn you on?”

She didn't answer. She could feel the blush on her face. She was totally and completely embarrassed.

Suddenly he sat forward a little, his smile gone, his brow furrowed. “I wasn't laughing at you, Kate. Did you think I was?”

“Right, you're laughing with me,” she muttered.

He brought his hand to her nape and ran his thumb along her cheek. “I would never mock your desires. I'm sorry if it seemed that way. To be honest, I feel… privileged that I know how to turn you on.”

She ventured a sidelong glance at him. He was looking at her intently.

“You can trust me with your quirk,” he said softly. “And I never, ever kiss and tell,” he added as an afterthought. “In case you were worried about that.”

It was unnerving how well he got her.

“Oh, well okay,” she said, shrugging like it had been no big deal. “Thanks.”

She wanted to ask him why. Why he had effectively broken up with her two weeks ago and now was acting like a long-term boyfriend. She wanted to ask, but she was afraid of opening that can of worms. She was happy enough with the way things were going and she didn't want to mess it up. She parallel parked the car in front of her house, jockeying it forward and back, nervous about her audience.

He got out and walked her to the door and suddenly was all business. “Okay, so here's my library card. I reserved some books online and they're ready for pickup. Himmel branch.”

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