Iris’s POV

His hands stayed on my burning cheeks for another few seconds, kneading the hot skin, spreading the sting until I was squirming. 

Then his fingers slid up into my hair, twisted, and pulled not hard enough to really hurt,just enough to force my head back and my chest down into the mattress and make my ass lifted higher automatically. 

“Stay just like that,” he said, voice low and rough. “Chest down. Ass up. I want to look at what I did.”

I kept the position, fingers twisting in the sheets. His free hand ran over the spanked skin,first the right cheek, then the left, then down the backs...