“Yes, please,” she said, seeing no reason to beat about the bush. It had been on her mind ever since Frankie had whacked her in jest, and now she wanted to experience it for real, in a sexual situation which would have a proper payoff. An orgasmic one.

“Oh, okay. You know I’ve never done it before, don’t you? So you’ll have to tell me what to do.”

“I haven’t either, so I guess we’ll have to learn together.”

“Fair enough. How do you want to do it?”

Closing the drawer, she then turned, moving her hand behind her this time. Moving towards her husband, she stood right in front of him, so their chests were almost brushing against one another. Then she reached around and pushed the paddle into his hand.

“I think you can work out the rest.”

Dean lifted his arm and looked at what he held. His eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. He shifted his glance back to her. “You want me to use this on you?”

“But that’s not all I bought.”

“It’s not?” His eyes widened, and he pressed a hand to his crotch. Things were clearly getting uncomfortable for him in the underwear region.

Lisa stifled a smirk. “No.” Crossing to the dresser, she opened the top drawer, where she’d stashed the spanking paddle. She drew it out, deliberately holding it in front of her so Dean couldn’t see it until she was ready.

“I bought some stuff from that party I went to last week. This lot, for starters.” She let the robe drop to the floor, revealing her lingerie-clad form. She hadn’t put shoes on, despite knowing that would have sexed the look up a further notch, but only because she knew falling on her arse would undo all her good work. She’d never been one for heels.

“Um… I’m not sure what to say. Except think of every good, complimentary word in the English language and… that. I say again, I’m a very lucky man.”