Here's a taster, just after Ruthie's first spanking from Tom.
“I feel all toasty and warm all over,” purred Ruthie.
“Well,” said Tom as he screwed the lid back on the jar of cream and pulled up her panties, “that was your first spanking from me. And I've a feeling there's going to be plenty more.”
“Oh good,” said Ruthie. She looked at Tom slyly.
“You're a little minx. Don't think I don't know that you engineered that spanking. But let me tell you this, poppet, I call the shots. I was itching to spank you and was glad of the opportunity. Shall I tell you why?”
“Because I wanted to observe your reaction and get a feel for your tolerance level. And in my opinion, we've only just scratched the surface. Am I right?”
“I have to admit, you're not wrong.” Ruthie grinned. “But that was a hard spanking and my bottom is all sore!”
“You asked for it and you got it,” chuckled Tom. He sat down next to her and reached over to pull her close, one arm around her shoulders, his free hand stroking her silken hair.
It was the most natural thing in the world for Ruthie to snuggle up close. She did so without any qualms or hesitation. It felt so right. She flung one arm around his waist and practically purred in contentment.
“Oh yes,” she murmured, enjoying the physical closeness and the emotional bond that was already developing between them.
“I'm glad to hear it, because there's something I need to talk to you about. I have a proposition for you, Ruthie.”