"Hey, baby," he murmured, cupping her cheek when she opened her eyes. "Did you have a good nap?"
"You made love to me when I told you not to," she groused, turning away from him.
"I did," he smiled, turning her back around and gently cupping her sore bottom. "And you enjoyed it, too," he teased, kissing the tip of her nose, his eyes twinkling as the blush rose on her face.
"I'm still mad at you," she told him, ducking her head under his chin and snuggling into his chest.
"I know," he sighed as he felt her warm breath on his throat. "You're gonna be mad for a little while longer, too."
"You're going to spank me again?" she asked softly as if she were resigned to her fate.
"I am, baby," he said quietly, one palm cupping her sore bottom, the other tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
"Why?" she asked for the tenth or twentieth time.
"You know why," he answered, his own eyes filled with regret.
"You spanked me enough. I can't take any more."
"When you tell me what I want to know... I'll stop," he promised.
"I did tell you," she argued, her eyes filling again.
"Spence..." he murmured. "Think, baby. Why am I spanking you?"
"Because you're a mean bully!" she yelled, pulling away from him, her fist in his chest. "You're not going to spank me again! If you do, I'll... I'll... divorce you!" she cried, trying to move out of his embrace.
"No, you won't," he said with great confidence, pulling her back and hugging her close. "You love me and you'd be lost without my arms around you."
"I wouldn't!" she denied, pinching him.
"You would," he insisted, capturing both of her hands in one of his and rolling her over till she lay on top of him. "Kiss me, Spence," he said in his voice of command, his body hardening under her.
"Kiss my ass!" she yelled as she tried to get away from him.
"I will," he agreed as he caught her and placed her on her belly on the bed. Holding her down, he leaned over her, covering both sore cheeks with soft kisses, his lips rubbing against the heat her bottom still generated from the spankings. "I love you," he reaffirmed as he turned her onto her back and continued kissing her flesh.
"Don't you dare make love to me," she murmured as her thighs spread a little wider, her mouth open as she sought more oxygen.
"I won't if you don't want me to," he husked as his tongue snaked out to sample the liquid honey dripping from her sex. "Wouldn't want to do anything you don't want," he murmured, his tongue dipping in for another taste, his nose buried between her folds, inhaling her woman's scent.
"No more," she insisted as her hands sought to hold his head closer to her swollen sex.
"No more," he agreed, kissing his way up her body until he held a taut nipple between his lips. "No more, little one," he murmured as his mouth wandered to her other breast, his hands caressing her back, her butt and the moist heat between her thighs.
"Hate you," she hissed as her hips arched into his hand.
"I know you do," he smiled as his mouth finally covered hers for a deep kiss. "And you're gonna hate me even more in just a few seconds."
"No!" she protested, realizing his intent as he sat up and pulled her across his lap.
"Yes, baby," he whispered, holding her squirming body close, his hand positioning her butt high on his thigh. "Gonna spank you, Spence. Gonna spank you hard."
His determined hand came down... again and again, the spanks hard and fast on her tender bottom. She squirmed and wiggled and gasped for breath and still, he spanked. When she stopped resisting, he rubbed her chastened cheeks, the heat almost searing his palm.
"Spence?" he said softly, lifting her into his arms and cradling her.
"Hate you," she sobbed into his chest, her face covered in tears, her breath shallow and ragged.
"Why did I spank you, Spence?" he asked quietly as he held her close and felt shudders shake her slender frame.
She couldn't talk; her voice lost as she struggled for breath and composure, the pain almost unbearable.
"Spence?" he asked again when her breath eased and she finally seemed to calm. "Why did I spank you?"
"Because I almost died," she whispered, unable to look at him. "Because you would have been lost without me in your life. "Because you love me."
"That's right," he murmured, cupping her tear-stained face, his own eyes filling as he looked at her. "I would have died if you were lost to me forever. I love you, mia adore."
He rubbed baby oil on her tender skin, kissed her, held her, and kept her close. He pampered her for the remainder of the day and the next and the one after that, rubbing her sore bottom until the pain dissipated and the color faded. He fed her, bathed her, teased and tickled her, and made love to her often. He told her how much he loved her and how important she was in his life.
"Tell me you love me, Spence," he husked as he straddled her hips, gently pushing in and out of her.
"I love you, JC," she answered as she met him in counter thrust, her arms holding him close, their union approaching bliss.
"And I love you, little one," he murmured as he spilled into her. "And if I have to, I'll spank you... hard."