And I’m fucking hot. So damned hot.
Donny sucks in a breath. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Am I?”
It’s not like me to be coy. I’ve been thinking so much about the past. About how I never felt I was beautiful. In fact, I was invisible.
What makes a person invisible? Is it the lack of beauty?
Or is it the lack of self-love?
I always thought I had a terrible acne problem, but in reality, I had maybe one or two blemishes at a time. I knew people who had real problems. Whose faces are scarred in adulthood because of it.
My breasts aren’t as big as Rory’s, Maddie’s, or my mother’s. But does that mean a lack of beauty? All those years, I thought it did.
But Donny loves my breasts. Loves them just the way they are.
You don’t need big breasts to be beautiful.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my mother used to say.
I always scoffed at her. Easy to say when you were born beautiful like she was. Like Rory and Maddie were.
What was the core difference between Rory and me?
Personality. She was flamboyant and outgoing. The classic performer’s personality.
I was introverted and withdrawn.
It was a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I made myself invisible.
I’m no longer invisible. Donny Steel sees me. Donny Steel, who I love so much. And who…
Who I deserve. No matter what mistakes I made in the past.
Although…
He mentioned he was going to turn me over his lap and spank me. I can’t deny the idea turns me on.
When he spanked me previously, I loved it. Every minute of it. And I wonder… Why now? Why now, when I’ve never had the desire to be spanked before? Am I punishing myself? Punishing myself for the mess ten years ago that is now coming back to haunt me?
Or is it a kink I enjoy that I just never realized before?
Does it really matter?
And I know. I know what I’m going to do.
I turn around and push him down into the sitting position on the bed. Then I lie across his lap.
“Spank me, Donny. Spank me hard.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
DONNY
Slap!