SPANK ME SUGAR SPANK ME!(5)

She cooked in her usual attire—naked, except for her pink collar. After dinner, once the dishes were washed and dried and put away, she walked into Ray’s study and knelt on the large pillow on the floor next to his desk. Without looking away from his laptop, Ray reached down and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes, content. This was part of their routine, one she had quickly grown to love. She would sit there all night next to him, her head resting against his thigh, his hand in her hair, if he asked her to. “You take such good care of us, kitten,” he said, looking down at her. “I try, Sir.” “No, you do. And I appreciate it.” He gently held her chin and tipped her head up so he could look her in the eye. “Doesn’t mean you’ll get out of your spanking tonight, however. You were pushy with me today on the phone.” She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She’d argued that Ray and Oot needed to be watching their diets. Oot was out of town at a training conference for work, leaving her alone with Ray. “Goo