He looked up from his Kindle. “You sure about this?”
She stood there, biting her lips, then nodded.
He broke into a smile. “Okay, strip and get out onto the balcony!”
She shucked her capris and panties, then stepped outside, looking nervously at the people below.
Pulling the belt from his waist, he followed.
“Now, bend over the railing. And if you cry out, everyone down at the pool will get to watch you being spanked, so – hush now!”
There are advantages, she thought, to being a writer of erotica, as the folded belt smacked her ass.
