“Y-Yes.”
“How many do you think you deserve?”
I bit my lip, pulse pounding between my legs. “One?”
He snorted. “Try again.”
“Three?”
Robert came up beside me and ran a hand down the curve of my back. “Five. Final number.”
“Five,” I whispered.
The first spank was warm.
Not too hard. Not too soft. Just the right mix of surprise and sting to make me arch forward with a gasp.
“One,” I moaned.
The second came a moment later, this one sharper—Rett’s hand lingering a beat longer on my skin, rubbing the spot he’d just smacked.
“Two.”
I didn’t even realize I was rocking my hips until Robert chuckled behind me.
“So wet already,” he murmured, sliding his fingers under the edge of my panties. “You love this, don’t you?”
I whimpered. “Yes…”
The third spank was slower, more deliberate. Ro
