“Will you see me again?” he asked. Kristina’s eyes were heavy with lust, her body straining with desire for him. Of course, she couldn’t tell him that! She nodded. “I would love to. And I promise to be good,” she rubbed her tender backside. He leaned down to kiss her, his giant mitt covering her rounded bottom gently. “Don’t be too good. I rather enjoyed myself,” he confessed, nibbling on that ‘special spot’ of her neck. Kristina felt her head swim and knees weaken. How did he do that?! “Did you?”“Not during the spanking. But afterwards….”“You may write about your experience for no more than one hour then you are to get some sleep. Understand?”“Yes.”“Excuse me, young lady?”“Yes, Papa, I understand.” Kristina blushed, feeling his hand firmly stroking her bottom. He kissed her again and then left. With a sigh, Kristina sat on her bed, pulled out her laptop and started writing furiously. There was so much to express and an hour was not enough. * * * Two days later, Bryon headed over to Suzanne’s office unannounced and annoyed. He had tried calling her but she had neither picked up the phone nor returned his call. He did not quite understand why she was pressing his buttons like that.
