She gave him a pronounced pout. “What?”

“Don’t be like that,” he chided her.

“Like what?” she said, sticking her lower lip out as far as it could go.

“All pouty and bratty, like a naughty little girl.”

“Why? What will you do?” she said, her interest growing.

“I might have to spank you with my belt.”

“With your belt?” Her blue eyes grew huge.

He nodded. “Now, please go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. If you don’t want to take off your top you may leave on your blouse, but off with your skirt and no panties.”

The way he’d taken control of the situation, firmly yet gently, captivated her. “Well, since you asked nicely…” she said and went into the bedroom where she took off all of her clothes. Unsure what to do next, she lay down on her tummy on the bed.

She heard him come into the room, then heard the “ziiiiiiip” as he yanked his belt out of his belt loops. No one had ever hit her with a belt before, and she wasn’t sure she could take it. Remember you have a safe word—Kimberly’s advice rang in her ears, and she took a deep breath. Breathing always helped her get through a spanking.

“Charmaine, what are you being punished for?”

She wanted to roll her eyes and offer a smartass retort, but she squashed her obnoxious side and answered dutifully, “For not following your instructions after the car wreck.”