“What?”
“You can’t do that!” she protested. This seemed to be a reoccurring thing with him.
“What?”
“Pull my skirt up in public and clean me like that!”
He tilted his head and stood up. After folding the handkerchief, he put it back in his pocket.
“Is it pulling your skirt up in public or the cleaning you up part that you object to? Because I just had my hand up your pussy in public so . . .”
She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I don’t know. That was . . . I’ve never done anything like that before.”
His eyes sparked. “Lots of firsts for you then.”
“And for you, right?” Because he was taking all of this in his stride remarkably well.
“Yes. For me too.” His eyes darkened. He held out his hand to her.
“Umm, where are my panties?” she asked, looking around worriedly.
“I have them.” He patted his pocket.
“Can I have them?” She could likely find a bathroom to put them on.
“Nope. Another first. Stealing a woman’s panties.”
“Wolfe!”
* * *
Caleb walked into the playroom. He paused at the sight in front of him then gently closed the door.
“What’s going on?”
Wolfe glanced up from where he was lubing a small butt plug. Vivi was lying over the edge of the desk. She squeaked when she turned her head and saw him. Then she attempted to stand.
“Don’t move or it’s another ten,” Wolfe warned her.
Her bottom was a pretty pink color so it was clear she’d already been spanked. Walking over, he stood next to her, examining her butt. “What did she do?”
“We were sitting at the kitchen island about to eat lunch when I had to take a call from Beta team. When I walked back in to find Genevieve throwing her kale salad into the garbage disposal. So I spanked her ass then brought her in here for a special time-out.”
“I don’t want a time-out,” she groaned. “The spanking is enough.”
“Nope. You were very naughty throwing out lunch.”
Caleb rested his hand on her bare back. Wolfe must have ordered her to undress because she was completely naked. “That does sound very naughty. Wolfe, would you like some help with that butt plug?”
“Butt plug? What butt plug? Nobody said anything about a butt plug,” she wailed, trying to stand up again. Caleb pressed down on her lower back.
“You’re getting this plug up your bottom,” Wolfe told her. “Then after your time-out, you’re going to sit back at the kitchen island on your sore, plugged bottom and eat the next kale salad I make you.”
“This is sooo mean,” she cried. “You’re both meanie poo-poo pants.”
“Them’s fighting words,” Caleb teased and smacked his hand down on her bottom. Not harshly. She’d already been spanked. He could feel himself starting to relax. She was his stress ball. Only instead of squeezing her, he played with her, spanked her, or fucked her.
Any of those would do.