Midge’s heart responded happily. What an amazing man, that he could read the two of them so easily.
“Thanks for saying so,” she answered with a grin.
“No problem. And about the spanking?”
“Yes?” She drifted back toward embarrassment feeling a wild flurry of feelings suddenly appear—arousal, longing, and intense shame being just a few.
“I rarely spank a woman’s behind unless it’s as bare as a babe’s. Remember that.”
Another thrill of expectation darted through her system, and her p***y clenched as a result. But why would he tell her this?
“So you think I should be warned?” she asked.
“I’d say so.”
“And you’re warning Cissy, too?”
“No. But if Cissy earns another punishment, trust me, I will blister her behind until it’s raw, and you can’t do that over blue jeans.” His smirk was both
