Chapter 22 The Daddy Dom

• Roxanne stood still. Her feet felt rooted to the spot. Never had she heard a command like this. She was still aching from his lovemaking of the previous night, her womanhood sore and bruised. As she stood, her long hair tumbling behind her back, lips parted, eyes wide, he rose.
• “So, you need to be spanked, eh?” he said in a gruff tone, walking to her leisurely. He took off the robe she had seen on him once before, a similar one, a different colour, she thought absurdly, this one was a pale brown, like the colour of limestone.
• She gulped and shook her head.