Elena's hand was still trembling in the air. The second slap had landed even harder than the first. She stared at the fresh red mark now sitting on top of the first one, her stomach twisting with guilt.
"I'm… I'm sorry," she whispered, voice shaky. "Please… just don't touch me. I'm not doing this anymore."
Alessandro's lips parted to reply, but before he could speak, his phone started ringing in his pocket.
He pulled it out. The moment he saw the name on the screen — Marco — his entire expression changed. His brows furrowed deeply, the playful darkness instantly replaced by cold seriousness. He answered the call.
He listened for only a few seconds before his jaw tightened.
"I'm on my way," he said, voice clipped, and hung up.
He looked back at Elena, eyes burning with dark promise.
"For this second slap," he said slowly, "I'm going to punish you. And it won't be like the spanking I gave you earlier. This one will be much worse. I won't spare you at all."
