Page 194 of Liberating Lily

No, neither was she when she thought about it. She was simply trying to defuse the situation, and maybe distract him from thinking about the spanking that he owed her.

“In fact, I think it’s time to get that over and done with, so the next time you break any of the rules you know what will happen.”

Oh, no. Here it came.

He held out his hand to her. He didn’t seriously expect that she was just going to take his hand and let him lead her toward a spanking, right? Because that would be nuts.

He couldn’t have sex with her, but he could spank her?

Not. Cool.

“What color are you at?”

Drat.

“Yellow, I think.” She couldn’t lie and say red. As much as she wanted to. Besides, she had a feeling she’d just be putting off the inevitable.

“Why yellow? What are you worried about?”

“That I won’t like it, that it’ll be painful, that I’ll be embarrassed.”

“Well, to be honest, painful and embarrassing are part of the punishment. And not liking it, that’s also kind of part of it. If you liked it, then it wouldn’t be a punishment, would it? The question is do you deserve it? Were you naughty?”

Yes, she had been. And she knew it.

“Will it make me feel less guilty afterward?” she asked.

“It should,” he told her. “Because after a punishment, everything is forgiven. And it won’t be brought up again. Unless, of course, you’re naughty again and earn yourself another punishment.”

“All right.” She slid her hand into his, letting him help her down off the stool and lead her into the living room. “Don’t you think it’s a bit open out here? What if somebody walked past the window and looked in?”

Harvey shot her a look.

Right. She guessed the only one to walk past would be Crackling.

Havery sat on the sofa and drew her between his open legs. He reached for the top of her pants, undoing them and pulling them down her legs. Then he helped her step out of them, leaving her in just a white satin shirt and black lacy underwear.

He moved so she was lying over him with her stomach on his thighs, and her legs and torso resting on the sofa on either side of him.

Yep. This was even more embarrassing than she’d actually imagined, especially when he pulled her shirt up her back and then drew her underwear down, baring her bottom.

Holy moly.

That felt so weird.

She tensed, waiting for the first smack of his hand. But it never came. Instead, he just rubbed her bottom with gentle, slow movements of his hand.

“Just relax, baby. You’ll make it worse if you tense up.”

“This isn’t exactly a relaxing position,” she said.

“It isn’t? Then maybe I should put you into this position more often, so you start to get used to it.”

Urgh, that sounded terrible. She didn’t want that, so she forced herself to relax, and his hand moved away from her bottom.

Smack!

His hand landed on her bottom cheek.