The door snapped shut behind us and Dante locked it before tossing me onto the bed. A huff of breath escaped me as I bounced on the bed. Dante stood Before the bed his arms crossed. Though there was no anger in his eyes. Instead, there was a bright glimmer I couldn't decipher. "Let's count your transgressions shall we?" He rolled the sleeve of his right arm up to the elbow as he stared down at me expectantly.

"Umm well, there was the furniture, drawers, soap, closet, oh and the shoes. So, five?" I said questioningly.

He clucked his tongue, "Seven. You came into my room without permission and the socks deserve their own count."

"Socks were too far?" I winced.

"No, replacing my bath products with yours was too far. The socks were just mean." He frowned down at me.

I nodded my head in agreement, "Yes sir. I'll never touch your socks again." I said as seriously as I could manage.

"Are you mocking me?" He asked hands firmly planted on his hips.

"Of course not. That would be even meaner than mismatching your socks." I threw in a gasp of outrage to really sell it.

He didn't dignify that with a response. I watched him as he slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm to the elbow. Stepping back from the bed he looked down at me with anticipation flowing from him. "Stand up." He ordered.

Complying I stood from the bed before him. He gestured for me to turn around which I did facing away from him. One hand gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Dante pushed down on my shoulder Making me bend at a ninety-degree angle. "Hands on the mattress." He demanded.

I only paused for a moment before following his directions. My arms holding my body up in the position that he had put me in. Dante's hand trained from my shoulder down my spine to the swell of my ass. I shifted my weight on my feet. His grip tightened stilling my movements. "Stay still." He demanded.

"Okay," I muttered.

He swatted my ass, "You'll answer me appropriately."

I gasped at the slight sting and the warmth that followed. "Yes," I answered.

"Yes, what?" He demanded.

"Yes sir," I said quickly.

"Good." He rubbed the spot where he had swatted me. "Seven transgressions. How many spanks do you think you deserve for that?" He asked still rubbing the swell of my ass.

I paused for a moment, "Seven sir."

"Good girl." He caressed me again. "I want you to count them." His voice was soft and sent shivers down my spine.

"Yes sir," I responded anticipation now filling me.

He took a step back his foot sliding between mine to nudge them further apart widening my stance. His hand went back to the swell of my ass rubbing the curve before it disappeared. The sting came quickly replaced almost instantly by warmth as he rubbed it away. "One sir," I called out breathily.

One after the other he delivered them rubbing the tender skin between each. The warmth increased after each one. My body was on fire by the time he delivered the last hit. "Seven sir," I called out automatically.

"Good girl. Did you learn your lesson?" He asked caressing the warmth currently driving me crazy.

"No sir," I answered because there was no way I wouldn't be doing stuff just to end up back where we are now.

A dark chuckle escaped him his caressing stilling. "I guess you can't get your reward for being such a good girl then." He whispered.

"Reward?" I asked carefully.

"Mhmm. But if you didn't learn your lesson, you don't get one." He whispered into my ear.

"I think I miss spoke earlier sir. I learned my lesson." I nodded my head along with my words just to get the point across.

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

"Yes sir," I answered quickly.

He stepped back from me, and I whimpered at the distance. "Lay down on the bed. Head on the pillow." He ordered.

I followed without question as he walked away and went into the closet. The anticipation was slowly killing me. I needed to know what he was going to do. Somehow, I stayed silent and still as I lay there waiting. The anticipation was like an electric current traveling through my spine.