“Red,” she whispered.
When he stopped, he set the brush aside. His hand rested on her back, warm and still. “You’ve done well,” he murmured. He unbuckled the cuff, rubbed her wrists, helped her sit up. She was shaking, but her eyes were clear. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience
Then she draped herself over his lap, heart pounding. The first swat of the brush was sharp, startling—a red bloom of heat on her silk-clad rear. She gasped but didn’t move. “Red,” she whispered