“I don’t know. Do we?” she asked, a little uncertainly. She wasn’t really sure she wanted a relationship that involved punishment spankings... Although if it was going to happen, she preferred not to have to do a ton of negotiating first. That was what she struggled the most with in the lifestyle, and why she liked that Jake was take-charge without being a Dom in the traditional sense.

“I feel kind of weird about it, but if you wanted it... I could try.” He didn’t look entirely convinced, and Sharon ended up giggling.

His expression shifted, becoming more rueful. “Well that’s not the reaction I was going for.”

“Sorry, it’s just... You obviously aren’t really into it.”

“I’m not saying I don’t want to spank you sometimes, I do, but... in a fun way mostly,” he said, shrugging uncomfortably. “I don’t know about the whole lecture and punishment thing.”

“Honestly, that’s not really my thing either. I like things more spontaneous. That’s why I have so much trouble with the Doms. They’re too kinky for me in a lot of ways, and vanilla guys are too vanilla.”

“So, you’re what, Goldicocks and I’m just right?” Jake’s eyes flashed with mirth and Sharon slapped her hand over her mouth as she practically screamed with laughter.

Holy fuck, that was the last thing she’d expected him to say. He chuckled as she got her giggles under control. “Um... sort of? You’re like, vanilla ice cream with a little something extra to go with it. Like sprinkles. Or hot fudge. A root beer float.”

“I can live with that,” Jake said, stepping forward and placing his hands on her hips. Sharon’s breath caught in her throat as her body flared to life in anticipation. “So... does that mean we can just jump straight to the make-up sex?”

Just as she was about to say yes, a bell chimed in the room, and she groaned, her head falling forward to rest on Jake’s bare chest in disappointment.

“What was that?” he asked, and she didn’t need to look up to know he was looking around, trying to figure out where the sound had come from.

“That’s the warning bell for breakfast. We have half an hour to get ready.”

“What happens if we don’t come down for breakfast in half an hour?”

“Thomas comes up to get us.” Sighing, Sharon stepped back, pushing his chest gently so that his hands fell away from her hips. “I need to get dressed, you need to shower. So... later.”

“Definitely later,” he said, watching her go.

Sharon put a little extra shimmy in her step for him to enjoy.

The promised make-up sex was going to be much later.