Bringing the book into it is getting too close to reality for my taste. I don’t want to feel like Mike’s spanking me for something that bugs him in real life—and while it doesn’t make sense that he’d suddenly be offended by my taste in novels, I’m not sure why else he’d bring the book into it.
Of course, my brain’s not working at one hundred percent right now because the blood that’s supposed to power it has rushed to my clit. I’m easily confused in this state.
We’re not following the script anymore, the script that keeps my fantasies safe. But even though my head’s in a bit of an uproar, I’m still wet and still eager to have Mike—Daddy, I mean—paddle my ass.
He flips up my short plaid skirt. Runs his hand over my cotton-clad ass. I force myself to squirm away, but I’m sure he can tell
