He took a deep breath and smiled a slow dangerous smile that I never liked on his lips. "You will need to learn your lesson. You need to be put in your place." He dragged us over to a chair and he sat down. He roughly pulled me over his knee and yanked my skirt up. Everything seemed to go quiet as if the world was waiting for my punishment. SMACK! His palm left a burning hot sensation on the left part of my butt that I'm sure was slowly turning a light pink. SMACK! Another hit that was on the same spot and starting to become a bit sore. SMACK! A red hand print was most likely starting to form on my skin. "I'm sorry Sir." I whispered."I'll be good, I promise." He smiled down at me, that type of smile that makes girls turn into jello. The one that makes things seem okay but it really wasn't. I didn't want to be in a BDSM relationship but Ian always made me want more. I always came back for more.