Rubbing my backside, I demand, “Do all men have a thing for spanking?” Carver wiggles his eyebrows. “Most women, too.” I huff, although I have heard… “Ever been spanked before?” he asks. “Don’t be cheeky.” For some reason, a conjured-up image of Beta Sinta trying to smack my naked bottom while I halfheartedly scramble away flits through my much too active imagination. Warmth billows up inside me, singeing my face.
