It took Anita a very long time to fall asleep. Her cheeks stung where Sir had slapped her - twice per side. Just the thoughts she was turning over in her head about that could have easily kept her up all night. Her mother used to slap her across the face all the time, and one thing she'd sworn to herself was that if any man ever did that to her, she was going to lay him out flat. Even with her first experiments in kink with Robert, she'd warned him up front to never slap her face.
And yet Sir had done it to her four times, and not even because she'd mouthed off to him, just because she tried to offer him something a little sweeter than a proposal he'd made. Anita knew that the sheer audacity of him striking her like that should have had her going straight for the key. After she'd knocked
