After a pause, she spoke up. “How angry are you?” “With you? Hm.” He stepped down the stairs, taking his time as he approached. He snaked an arm around her, pulling her to him once more. “Nothing a good spanking won’t make up for.” She couldn’t help but smile up at him. “Really? I think my hand will get sore, however. Perhaps you should also let your wounds heal before you let me bend you over.” He howled in laughter, his arms circling her in a true embrace. His expression finally softened, revealing the tenderness he had been hiding.
