“I wasn’t. I just wondered. I guess I was expecting them.”
“How many were you counting on?” She moved beside him.
“I wasn’t. I just—”
“Come on, you must have had a number in mind. How many?”
Alex recognized he wouldn’t get out of this. “Three?”
“Three. That’s a request I’m glad to grant. Stoop for them.” Alex bent forward, his stack of books clasped to his chest with one arm, the other arm underneath bearing the weight. Kimberly delivered three rapid-fire spanks that carried plenty of wallop over the tender skin under his pants. “How was that?”
“Wonderful. Thank you, Kimberly.” He stayed stooped over as she remained at his side. The arm that delivered the swats went around his neck, her hand cupped his opposite cheek and she leaned in and, stretching toward him, kissed his cheek.
