I was a bad girl this weekand, now I deserve a few spankings

You find yourself staring at a petite body that radiates pure, defiant energy — the kind that earns consequences.

You can see the curve of that small waist flaring into hips that were made to be gripped, skin smooth enough to feel the heat rising from it before you even make contact. You want to press your palm flat against that flesh and feel it yield.

You already know what that sharp sound would feel like against your hand, and the thought alone pulls something tight and urgent low in your stomach, demanding you take control of every breathless, trembling inch.