Yeah? Then what do I need to do in order to receive said spanking, huh? [She asks in a voice that can only be described as wicked. That is when she leans in to bite him on his pulse point, her tongue rolling out to flick against the spot a bit to punctuate her words.]

Ah, but what if it is a good fear? Or maybe it is a secret hope? I do get those two things confused. [He was making her randy, hell, even more randy than she had been while in the kitchen.]

Ah, I see. So, you are saying I need to be the worst sort of naughty to guide you into action, hm?

[She ground back against him in response.]