“I wasn’t sure I liked that Stephen,” she said.
“What?”
“Your spanking me just because you wanted to.”
“It’s always because I want to.”
“But the game,” she said, “it’s a little game. You find something to be angry with me for, usually my sharp tongue—and then spanking me makes sense.”
“That works. But so does this,” Stephen said.
“It’s so submissive.”
“That really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. It’s so nineteenth century.”
“So what’s wrong with nineteenth century, if we both need it and enjoy it?”
Things are always so simple for men, Diane thought.
“I’ve been taught something different,” she answered.
“But you can accept something new. Just make it okay in your little head,” he said, poking her gently in the ribs, “the more you do, the more we’ll both enjoy it.”
He rolled ov
