“Sarah, sweetheart,” Grisham says. “You are going to come here, you are going to bend over my knee, and you are going to have your bottom spanked.”

“Am not,” Sarah growls. Her voice is getting softer though, even her growls aren’t as aggressive as they were before. They’re almost cute little snarls as she lowers her head and looks at Grisham under her lashes.

You can’t help but notice every time Grisham says something Sarah gets squirmier and somehow… smaller? Not literally, of course. Shes not shrinking. There’s just something about her which seems to be dwindling under Grisham’s attention. Continue reading →