Zara's POV
I stared at the screen for a second, biting my lip. The memory of his hand on me flashed through my mind again — the sharp crack of each spank, the way he had made me count, the way he had told me exactly why I was being punished. I could still feel the sting, and I could still feel how aroused it had made me, even though he had stopped before giving me any real relief. I typed back without overthinking it.
Me: A bit sore. But I’m fine.
The three dots appeared right away, like he had been waiting for my reply.
Dom: A punishment isn’t supposed to be pleasurable, even though you got aroused from it. I could feel how wet you were when I touched you through your panties. You were dripping for me, little dove.
My cheeks burned as I read it. I could almost hear his low voice sayi
