by Starla Kaye
He frowned, looking angry. “I haven’t shown you how much I love you either. I’m always coming home so damn tired. I—”
She wiggled her bottom again, distracting him as she’d hoped. He really was a bare-bottom loving man. “How about we try out your new toy?” She gave him what she hoped was her most sexy smile. “Then you can spend the rest of the night showing me how much you love me.”
Relief settled over him, the tension left his tight shoulders. “Sounds good to me, darlin’.” He gently pushed her head down to touch the comforter. “I’ll not abuse this special gift you’re giving me. I won’t hurt you.”
In the next instant the tawse landed across the middle of her buttocks. Lightly, so lightly she barely felt anything. Then another almost equally light slap landed. Not good enough. Not building any kind of fire in her.
“You can do better than that,” she grouched, hoping she wasn’t pushing him too far.
He chuckled. “My sassy woman wants to feel a sting, huh?”
Maybe she should rethink that. “Just a bit more.”
He thwacked her bottom twice, both times a lot harder than before. Hard enough that she arched downward and gasped. But he followed those slaps up with a smoothing of his hand and a pair of cotton-soft lashes. This time she purred and shoved her bottom back.
“I really like this gift, darlin’. But I’m not sure how much longer I can use it. At least not this time.” He ran it lightly over her bottom and she shivered. He chuckled once more. “You’re so responsive, so sensitive.”
“I’m responsive to you. Always you.” She closed her eyes, wanting him, wanting to please him in every way. He might not like hurting her but he did like seeing her red bottom. Something about it turned him on and she wanted him deliciously wild tonight. Whatever pain he caused her would pass soon enough. “Show me what kind of sting your gift can really deliver. Turn my bottom red.”
“I don’t know….”
She looked around at him, frowning. “Do you love me or not?”
He stood quietly, seeming to consider her question, her implied demand. As he raised the tawse, she dropped her head again. The thwack this time resonated throughout the room. She cried out and fisted the comforter in her hands. “So that’s a yes?”
“Damn straight.” He gritted the words out and landed two more hard thwacks.
“Ookkkkay!” She screamed. “You love me!” Her bottom blazed where the tawse had landed and she blinked back tears. She’d asked for this, but it would be a while before she did so again.
The bed shifted and her husband’s big body stretched out beside her. He pulled her next to him, smoothing his hand down her back, kissing the top of her head. “You’ve got the prettiest red ass now.”
“Happy?” she whispered.
“Happier than I have a right to be.” He set the tawse next to him and looked at her with concern in his eyes. “You going to stick with me a while longer? Give me another chance?”
She glanced at the tawse. “I should whack your bottom with that thing for doubting my love for you.”
“Not happening. This head of household issue is one-sided. You can go nose-to-nose with me at times, argue until we’re both red in the face, but only one of us will ever get their butt burned.” He cupped her face. “You, darlin’.”
She rolled her eyes. “Pretty unfair.”
He shrugged. “Yep.”
She was tired of this discussion. It was time to move onto the other things she wanted. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Can’t deny that.” He shot from the bed and pulled off his boots and then everything else. He watched her the entire time and she watched him.
She rolled to her back, felt the slight sting when her tender bottom touched the comforter. As she stared at the long, thick cock more than ready for her, she awkwardly tugged off the thong and threw it to the floor. “So Head of Household, going to take charge of your woman in another way?”
The look he gave her was so hot she shivered in anticipation. “Damn right I am.”
The End
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