Incident at the BBQ
Incident at the BBQ Faith and Charles Public Spanking Fiction by Lisa Story Idea by Michael The first time I said it out loud, the words felt like they belonged to someone else. We were lying in bed, the sheets tangled around our legs, the fan clicking softly in the corner. Charles' hand was resting on my hip, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the bone. "I want you to spank me." His thumb stilled. "What?" I rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow for a second before turning my head to look at him. His brown eyes were soft but confused, his brow furrowing in that way it did when he was trying to figure out if I was joking. "You heard me." "I did." He pushed himself up on one elbow. "I just... I mean, we've played around before, Faith. A little swat here and there. But you're talking about something else, aren't you?" I nodded, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. "I want it to be...
