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She looked down at him. “Why?”

“You sounded sad.”

“No, not sad. It’s been the best, remember?”

“Yeah? Then what’s wrong?”

“You promised me something and you haven’t delivered.”

His brow furrowed, which, with his bald head, gave him an even more imposing, sinister look. When his look cleared, she suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything. Wicked intent dawned in the dark blue irises of his eyes.

“You’re right, I did.” He lifted her off his body and deposited her on the bed beside him. “Up on your hands and knees.”

He didn’t wait for her to get into position, but arranged her exactly as he wanted. Manhandling her. Heat curled in her belly.

“We’ve got enough time for the forty I promised you earlier.”

“Jaz, you don’t have to. It isn't necessary.” But she hoped he thought it was. She was curious about spankings. She’d never had one. For punishment or in play or for her birthday.

“You asked for it, so of course it is. Every birthday girl needs a spanking.” He caressed her skin. “Now, before we begin, I want you to make one last birthday wish.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “No one makes birthday wishes before spankings.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t know, I … I’ve never heard of it.”

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t done. C’mon, make a wish. Let me know when you’ve got it.”

She thought about what she should wish for. Just as she’d never had spankings before, she’d never wished for much before. And right now, the only thing she could come up with was the man behind her, waiting to spank her.

Him, and a chance to be with him for her next birthday was all she wanted. “I’ve got it.”

“Will I like it if it comes true?”

“Yes.”

“Will it make you happy if it comes true?”

“Oh yes.”

“Good. Then let’s get to work on fulfilling it. Spankings first … Ready?”

Mandi nodded. When the first slap fell against her ass, the heat in her belly unfurled and spiraled down between her legs. She bit her lip and a long, low moan escaped her throat.

Oh fuck yeah, the best birthday present. Ever.

The End