“What do you think the appropriate punishment for making your husband worry like that should be, baby girl?” I press my lips together and look toward the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought. “Three orgasms and a cinnamon roll from the bakery in the lobby?” He narrows his dark brown eyes at me. “You really are bringing the spoiled brat out to play today, huh?” He palms the buckle and wraps the belt around his hand. Holy shit. He’s going to spank me hard enough that the guards outside will hear, and he won’t give a single fuck.
