After a morning filled with so much love making, Michael turned away from me after cuddling me for sometime, he got up.
I heard him fumbling with something under the bed. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Come here.” He reached back to me with his arm. He pulled me to him. At first, I thought he wanted me to sit on his lap, but then he pulled me over his knees.
I was confused. I didn’t understand what I’d done to deserve a s******g.
I had already gotten my maintenance yesterday night and was sore, so why now.
The first smack landed on my left cheek. It was followed by a second smack to my right cheek.
I was already crying, but mostly from my confusion. He wasn’t hitting full force.
The next smack landed over both of the other smacks. He repositioned me, raising my bottom up higher. I knew
