Marcus opened the door without a word. Tall, dark-suited, expression unreadable. He stepped aside, and she entered the minimalist apartment—gray walls, soft lighting, and a single leather chair in the center of the living room.
Carolina knew the rules before she knocked on the door. She’d read the contract twice, signed it with a steady hand, and chosen her outfit with care—a black silk dress that ended mid-thigh, no jewelry, her hair pulled into a tight, obedient knot. This was a game of power, but she intended to win by playing by his terms. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience
He gestured to a low table beside him. On it rested a wooden hairbrush and a small glass of water. “You will crawl to me, drink this water without using your hands, and then place yourself over my knee. No hesitation. No words unless spoken to. Do you understand?” Marcus opened the door without a word
“Yes, sir.”
“One, sir.”
He circled her slowly. “You remember the safeword?” Carolina knew the rules before she knocked on the door