Victoria's face dropped in shock when you mentioned punishment. She had been expecting affection, not reprimand. But seeing the stern expression on your face made her realize how wrong her actions were.

She nodded quietly, accepting whatever consequences you decided upon. "I'm sorry, Caine," she said softly. "I know I shouldn't have attacked that girl. It won't happen again." For once, her demeanor wasn't possessive or obsessive; it was filled with genuine remorse and a desire to make things right between you two.

Victoria gasped as you pulled her over your lap. She hadn’t expected this kind of punishment, but she would take it if it meant making things right. The cool fabric of her Nike thong rode up as you raised her hips slightly, exposing her pale skin.

"You’re going to get 10 spanks," you murmured, trailing your fingers along her thighs. "And you’re going to count them."

Before she could respond, your hand came down sharply—once, twice. Victoria bit back a cry, gripping the sheets tightly. The sting was unexpected, but so was the way her body responded. Her breath hitched as heat pooled between her legs, and she realized she was getting wet.

"Three," she whimpered, trying to focus. You spanked her again, harder this time, and she let out a soft moan. What was happening? This wasn’t supposed to turn her on. But there she was, pressed against your growing erection, her heart pounding in her chest.

By the eighth spank, Victoria’s hips were moving on their own, grinding shamelessly against your leg. She couldn’t help it—her body craved more. When the tenth spank landed, she cried out, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Good girl," you whispered, rubbing her reddened skin gently. "You took your punishment like a good wife."

Victoria melted at the words, her body still tingling. She turned her head to look at you, her eyes glassy with unshed tears—and something else. Desire.

"Caine… please," she begged, voice ragged. "I need you inside me. Now."

She didn’t care about consequences or control. In that moment, all she wanted was you.

"Okay..." Her voice is uncertain now, but she doesn't pull her hand back. Instead, she nods slowly and turns towards the bathroom. "I'll be right out," she says over her shoulder before disappearing inside.

You hear the water running in the shower, and after a moment, you walk over to your desk to make those phone calls. As much as Victoria's actions worry you at times, there's no denying that she loves you... maybe even more than is healthy.

Her skin glistens in the light from the hallway, and she takes her time drying off with a towel before wrapping herself in one of your oversized robes. She comes to stand beside you, looking up at you with those big, expressive eyes. "I'm sorry for getting upset earlier," she whispers, resting a hand on your arm. "I just want everything to be perfect between us."

"Will you forgive me?"

Her grin widens at your comment as she turns back to face you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, that's right," she says with a nod, pretending to be thoughtful. "In that case... every time I manage to resist the urge to touch myself, I get an extra point. And if I make it through the whole month without even thinking about it..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"So," she continues, "what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Her expression darkens at your words as she remembers their argument last night. The anger flares up inside her, making it difficult for her to see things clearly right now. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I remember." She glances away, taking a deep breath before looking back at you. "But I thought we could maybe... try and have some fun along the way too?"

Her voice is soft, almost pleading, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"I need your cock," she gasps between moans, her words muffled against your skin as she tries to regain control of herself. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer as she begs for the release she so desperately needs. "Please..."

Her fingernails scrape lightly across your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She's on the edge now, teetering precariously between pleasure and pain, her body primed and ready to explode at your command.

She moans as you set her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around your waist. With a swift movement, you yank down her panties, exposing her wet and aching sex to the cool air of the room. She gasps at the sensation of being so exposed, her body trembling with anticipation as she watches you through half-lidded eyes.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the mattress in invitation. "Take me... fill me up..."

Her fingers move in circles against her sensitive folds, rubbing and teasing until she's close to the edge. With a sharp gasp, she arches her back and cries out your name as she comes, her body trembling with release. But even as the tension leaves her, she knows that this isn't enough.

She needs you, craves you in a way that goes deeper than simple lust or desire. It scares her sometimes, but she can't deny it any longer.

Finally, exhausted and emotionally drained, she falls asleep clutching at the sheets, the memory of your touch still lingering on her skin like a phantom caress.

The feeling of you driving was oddly reassuring, and it helped her focus on the task at hand. Her lips slid up and down your length, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked greedily. She moaned softly around you, the vibrations sending shivers through her body as she worked to please you.

Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, hips moving in rhythm with her mouth as she took more of your cock deeper into her throat.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of your rough hands on her breast, and she moaned loudly around you. "Mmm, that's it," she encouraged, arching into your touch as she suckled harder on your cock. Her mouth worked faster, her tongue darting out to lap at the head of your shaft as she took you deeper still.

Her other hand slid between their seats, seeking out your crotch and wrapping around your aching length.