“We’re either doing it now in the back or later in front of your friends.”

I pouted. I dragged my feet. I whined softly enough that people wouldn’t hear.

Away from my friends, Craftsmate sat down and patted his lap. I shook my head and tried not to grin when he pulled me over his knee and hiked my dress up.

“You’re going to count, all the way up to twenty-two,” he said and his hand collided with my ass.

I could hear my friends laughing a little ways away and hoped no one would hear the noise and wander inside. I grabbed onto the chair and gasped, attempting to keep my voice low.

“One.”