I knew the man I grew up with had certain appetites.
When Logan bailed, I just had to follow him. What could be more important than our once a year get-together? I had to stay and watch. Problem is, I got caught. Dom Logan didn't appreciate being followed. He decided it was time to do two things: punish my indiscretion and put an end to our flirtations.
He'd been the man of the house for years, but I never thought he would take charge or pin me to the kitchen counter. I'd get a good spanking, all right, but I'd also be shown how a little restraint could heat things up.
Can I do it? Can I let the man of the house bend me over, give me his palm, and satisfy my cravings?
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