Gina huddled in the corner as he’d left her, but hiccups shook her shoulders, and she emitted sniffling noises. The light, playful smacks he’d given her before dinner hadn’t marked her with any color, but that would soon change. Her sexy bottom would blush very red indeed. He wished it was the result of an erotic spanking and not punishment, but he had to follow through. “Turn around,” he said. She did. Wetness trickled from her eyes. Her lower lip, swollen as if she’d worried it with her teeth, quivered. He disliked seeing her cry, but more tears were yet to come before the evening ended. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked. She wiped her eyes and shook her head. “No… Maybe.” She peered at him through a veil of hair. “Not you so much as the spanking itself.” Her answer reassured him. Domestic discipline shouldn’t make her fear him, but she should have a healthy respect for the consequences of disobedience, disrespect, and dishonesty. “And I’m upset that I let you down.
