Page 44 of Tangwystle

When she whirled to face me, my hand moved again.

Her mouth fell open as I spanked her pussy.

“B-but, but. . .” Nonsense came out of her. And then, “Wystle.”

The word slipped from her, a plea and a desire coiling around my own name. Her cheeks stained red as wide, green eyes pierced into me.

She started to sob.

Gretel might be a silly person, but other than the extreme injury she’d endured, she didn’t go around sniffling.

Part of me stood stunned and wondered what I had just done. Then she stomped her foot.

“It’s not my fault,” she argued, face red. “You left me in here!”

“That doesn’t give you the right to eat all the sugar.”

“What else was I supposed to do, you left me here for ages.”

“Barely half an hour,” I lied. I hadn’t looked at the clock in ages, so I wasn’t sure.

“Well, I didn’t want to be alone.” She wiped her face.

“No, so you just thought you’d cause some trouble.” At the spark in her eye, I realized the truth. I wondered who she thought would catch her—me or Baz. “You wanted your ass spanked?”

Her lips wobbled, but she didn’t deny it.

“You like having your ass spanked?” I couldn’t believe it. But my hand twitched as if to give her what she wanted. “You know only bad girls get spanked.”

A light tremble shook her shoulders.

“Only dirty whores.” I’ve no idea where the words came from. “It’s not a punishment if you want your ass spanked, Gretel.”

Her shoulders sagged, a ragged breath leaving her. Her brow creased more at something behind me.

“What’s this?” Baz asked. His sleeves were rolled up, his hands in his pockets. He leaned against the doorframe, blinking curiously at the pair of us.

The air grew tight. But it didn’t snap. Rather, it swirled and bent, pressing the three of us closer.

“Gretel’s got into the sugar,” I said. His brows lifted at the way I said it.

He hummed under his breath. “And so that’s why you’re talking punishment.”

“It’s only fair,” I replied.

“But it sounds like you’ve already figured out that our little pet likes her ass being spanked.”

Gretel sucked in a breath the moment he said, ‘Our little pet.’

“If she wants something sweet then she’ll have it,” I said.

Her breathing shallowed as her lips parted. And her eyes rounded like I’d just offered her dessert.

“Well, that still doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” Baz mused.

He was right about that. “Why not make one’s punishment into another’s pleasure,” I decided, darkness swirling along with my words.

Truthfully, I didn’t know anything. I’d barely discovered my own secret desires, but I felt safe and brave enough to come up with a plan. And Baz let me take the lead, though, he did help me out.