“Want me to make a bagel run or we could all go down to the Train Station for breakfast.” The Train Station was a restaurant that had once been a ...small train station in some backwater town in Indiana and when times changed it got moved, piece-by-piece, to Florida.“Yes, please,” Ginger said with a smile. She put the pan she’d just gotten out back in the cabinet.We all went to the bedrooms and dressed in casual clothes to go out. Again, Ginger and Stacy wore the legal minimum to not get arrested. Oh no, not yet. This wasn't punishment. This was just "ass warming". Sir always said that a sub should never be punished with a cold ass. Apparently, my ass wasn't warm enough to suit him yet.THWAP!Punishment didn't have to involve pain. I have had my ass warmed before being made to stand in the corner (I hate that) or set to perform some unpleasant or humiliating task. But punishment COULD involve pain. The first time Sir punished me, he warmed my ass with a flogger before giving me belt. Though I knew she was both baffled and highly disapproving, Izzy was a godsend as far as Christmas was concerned. What with all the nocturnal activities associated with new babies, the lack of sleep I believed I had left behind twenty years ago and the constant need to feed Leanne, I was exhausted.Despite her obvious distaste for this evidence of her mother’s bedroom activities, when she wasn’t in bed with her boyfriend, Izzy stepped into the breach calmly and without fuss, relieving me of most. ’ The man turned and she looked into very familiar and warm brown eyes and thought she would faint, sound rushed in her ears and it seemed as though the whole world was melting away as they gazed at each other, completely shocked. ‘Now, I wish to see you share a dance so that you may get to know each other,’ somehow the King’s voice managed to break through the spell as he shoved his son towards her, who nimbly caught her about the waist and pulled her the floor where they posed for the first.