Lucy
Consumed by twisted love (WLW) #SpicyValentine
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Valentine's day was the first real date had taken me on since our anniversary in November, and my heart was soaring as she guided me to our candlelit table. Her strong hand rests on the small of my back as we approach the table and she pulls out the chair for me in a gentlemanly gesture.
I sit down, schooling my expression carefully as aching muscles scream. I try to ignore the pain that blooms through my backside at the spanking I'd earned two nights ago for leaving a spoon in the sink overnight.
Blinking to dispel the thoughts, I try to focus on and think happy thoughts. The music swells, the wine is poured, and just for a moment, everything is perfect as I watch my beloved pore over the menu. After a second, I open mine as well, not wanting to invoke her wrath for staring in public. I look over the menu absently, not seriously considering the choice as I know will order for me like always, and I learned not to fight that a long time ago. I just hope she picks the chicken parm for me. I clear my throat.
What do you think you'll have, darling?