A little tingle raced through me at the very thought that he’d be monitoring my behavior. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this new twist in our marriage, but with Evan so determined, I didn’t attempt arguing with him. At least not right away.
“You won’t have to spank me again,” I promised, though even as I did, I had an intuitive flash that this spanking wouldn’t be the last. Especially not after the wild s*x. Still, I was so confused I didn’t know how I really felt, and as far as I was concerned I didn’t want to think about it for awhile.
For days after my spanking, things were different between Evan and me. He was a little more reserved than normal; and I was little more cautious, wondering what other possible grievances would instigate another spanking. I found myself both wanting it a
