Ransom and I left the bar together and had a quiet ride back to his apartment, even though he never stopped with his gentle touches and little stolen kisses.He told me to get ready for bed, which I interpreted as no playing tonight.I groaned aloud because that meant my punishment would be no orgasms.He chuckled at my obvious display of pouting.Then he proceeded to blow my mind with Oh, you’ll have your pleasure, but not before you get the spanking you earned.I was left to wonder why, exactly, that did the craziest things to me on the inside—gut clenching, core throbbing, ass already stinging.When we both dressed for bed, he sat me down and explained how I had broken not one, but two, rules. And God, did he know how to draw the whole ordeal out.You pretended not to know me when you ordered that drink. Counts as drinking without me.I told you, under no circumstances, were you to put yourself in harm’s way. You told that operator to take you all the way. Not safe.Now, you’ll have to accept your punishment like a good girl.My eyes went wide, and he made me repeat my safe words.Ransom ordered me to stand in front of him, and he massaged my arms, my lower back, and my thighs.
