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I tried my best to relax those muscles and keep them that way once he started up again.

“I expect you to respect me and let me make my own decisions. We will talk about any issues and not jump to conclusions. That goes for both of us.”

He spanked as he talked, not once breaking his pace. It was steady and firm. I could feel my butt heating until eventually it began to become unbearable.

“Please, stop, Dixon. I’m sorry.” I squirmed and wiggled, but he clamped his left hand on my waist and wouldn’t let go. This was not sexy. It was humiliating and painful and why, oh why did I agree to it?

“Are you going to be respectful from now on? And talk to me before making assumptions?”

He gave me two extra hard spanks that had me squealing out my agreement.

“Yes, yes. I promise.”

He stopped and rubbed my butt. Even through my panties he’d managed to make quite an impact.

“Good. You did very well for your first time, but next time there won’t be the protection of your underwear.”

“There won’t be a next time,” I assured him. “That hurt.”

He chuckled as he pulled me up to sit on his lap. “That would be nice, but since my grandmother still gets spanked in her seventies, I think that it will probably happen sometime in our future.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Your grandfather spanks your grandmother?”

“Where do you think I got it from?” he replied. “It’s actually pretty common around Walker’s Grove. Must be something in the water.”

“Interesting.” I looked over at the clock above the fireplace. “May I pull my pants up and get back to cooking? The girls will be here in an hour and a half.”

He leaned forward and gave me a sweet kiss. “Are you okay?”

He surprised me with the question, so I gave him another kiss in return. “Yes, I’m fine. A little tender but not too bad.”

“They will get worse if you keep getting in trouble for the same thing. And the punishment will fit the crime, so keep that in mind, but I won’t ever give you too much. I know that it will take time to build that trust, and I appreciate you trusting me today.”

He’d said a lot there, and I didn’t know how to respond, so I said the only thing I could.

“You’re welcome.”

“Now, may I have a real kiss?” he asked, leaning forward and barely waiting for my nod before he dove in, sucking on my lower lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. His hands cupped my face and directed me where he wanted me to be. I opened for him and gave back with equal enthusiasm. The spanking had lit a fire inside me and made me wet, and I wanted nothing more than to relieve the ache in my core. But after a few more seconds, Dixon pulled away.

“That was some kiss, Mellie, but we have to stop. I said I’m not rushing you and I mean with this, too. I hadn’t planned on spanking you this soon, but you definitely deserved it. So this is where we slow down.”

I groaned in protest but didn’t disagree. As much as I wanted him, today had expanded the boundaries of our relationship enough.

“Okay. You’re right.” I stood and pulled up my jeans, wincing as they slid over my ass. “Will you help me cut up vegetables?”

He stood up and wrapped me in his arms. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t I chop and you direct? I’ll be your sous-chef.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can chop vegetables,” I half-heartedly protested. I could, but I didn’t really enjoy it, which must have been clear on my face.

He threw back his head and laughed, giving me a close-up view of his smiling face. “It’s no problem. I don’t mind chopping vegetables if I can do it with you sitting on a sore butt across from me.”

I stuck my tongue out at his teasing but pulled it back in before I earned myself another trip over his knee.

“Let’s get to work then,” I said, pulling him back to the kitchen.