Danica
DanicaWhen I come back to myself, I’m lying on the sleepdisk. Benn bends over me. “Are you all right?” He kisses my hair, my neck.
“Yes.” I stretch, and wince as my ass moves on the fabric.
He frowns and gestures; he’s holding a tube of something in his hand. “Roll over so I can put this soothing oil onto your skin. It will take away some of the burn.”
“Not all of it?” I oblige, the act of showing my ass to him sparking new desire.
He laughs. “Then what good would the s******g have been? You need some reminder of why you were disciplined, Danica.” His hands are strong and gentle on my skin, though, as he massages the slick fluid into my heated ass. It has an immediate effect, soothing the sting until just a warm burn is left. Just enough bite to make me want him again.
“But no
