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Glancing at Lyra who was in a good mood, he still planed to muddle through.

"Rara, let's forget about those unpleasant things before. I'll go back at night to have some oranges and watch TV, OK?" "No." Lyra was not swayed. She had made up her mind, "Tell me, how many documents remain to be annotated?" This time, orange could not save him? Malcolm, feeling bad, gestured to her at the papers on the coffee table.

There was still a third of it left, which was quite a lot.

Lyra laughed, "What's my rule? Ten lashes per page, how many lashes are needed for so many papers?" Without waiting for him to speak, Lyra had already gone to pack up.

"Mel, hurry up and pack. Go home and I'l treat you well!" She was so happy to be able to beat him up? He was so depressed that he didn't say a word to help her organize her table before carrying her up. They took the elevator to the garage, and then went home.

In the car, he leaned back against Lyra's shoulder, showing weakness.

"Rara, is it really necessary to punish? That ruler is heavy, and if it leaves swelling marks, you'll be heartbroken." Lyra nodded fervently, "Indeed, the wound is in your body but | feel more heartbroken than you!" Why did he feel as if she was looking forward to it and excited? Lyra rubbed his face, soothing his nervousness and anxiety with a smile.

"Don't worry. As long as you have a proper attitude, you won't be punished hard!" Hearing this, Malcolm had something in mind.

It seemed that she was not angry, just looking for an excuse to punish him a little. Since she was pregnant, he should let she do whatever she want to.

Malcolm had an idea in mind but didn't say anything else.

Not long after, the two went back to Lyre Spiti together.

The first thing Lyra did when she arrived home was go to the bathroom and take a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her hair was half wet and she looked sexy. She saw him sitting on the bed on his knees in a disciplined manner.

Malcolm held the ruler in both hands. His attitude was self-conscious and upright. His face was free of the nervousness he had at the company when he learned he was going to be punished, and he seemed to accept it gladly.

Despite the extremely shameful behavior, his handsome face was still arrogant.

Lyra leaned lazily against the wall. Her tone was rising, smiling, "Figured it out so quickly?" Malcolm nodded submissively, "Rara, | shouldn't have refused the little reward you offered to me in the office during the day.

Now I'm to blame for it turning into a punishment.” Lyra stepped forward, stifled her laughter, and looked at him askance.

He continued, "You're pregnant. If beating me up can make you feel good, it's worth it. Please feel free!" "So how many do you think | should beat you?" She took the ruler he handed to her and held it steadily.

Malcolm meekly spread his hands, "As you like." "That's good." Lyra raised the ruler and was about to smash it down hard, as if she was going to get real, which looked horrifying.

Malcolm hastened to add, "Or ... a little lighter. | don't want you to be tired!" She still stifled a laugh, and in order to continue to molest him, she forced herself to look serious, took the end of the ruler, and picked his jaw.

"Are you afraid I'll get tired, or are you afraid of the pain?" "I'm afraid of the both." He answered.

Lyra continued to stifle her laughter, with a serious accusation against him, "It's time to let you recall to the feeling of being beaten!" He lowered his eyes, swallowed lightly, and resigned himself to half-raising his hands.

Lyra but did not move, keeping molesting him, "I changed my mind. | want to change the place. Lie here!" He stared at her and was dumbfounded. With resistance, he whispered, "Rara, you cheated! It was agreed that | would be beaten in my hands!" "Can't pretend so soon?" She said nonchalantly, and did not hide her inner mischief, "Last time | wanted to spank you, but | didn't make it. | always felt it incomplete so I'll to make up for it." God damn making up?! Malcolm freaked out inside but didn't move.

Lyra pointed anxiously at the bed in front of her, "Hurry up. Lie down here!" "Just now you have said, as long as | am happy, | can punish you. The babies can listen. Mel, you have to do what you have said. Set an example for our babies!" Malcolm struggled for a long time, but finally succumbed to Lyra's threat and resigned himself to lie down.

With the experience last time, he wasn't so embarrassed this time, but he still blushed and waited nervously.

Lyra swung the ruler and beat him twice on the upturned butt.

The force was not heavy, like a tickle, and more like a flirtation.

But that alone was enough to make Malcolm's face red with shame and anger! Lyra liked to tease him like this and asked nicely, "How does it feel?" Malcolm was sullen and depressed, "How can you still ask how | feel? Do you want me to give you a report of my afterthought?" Lyra's eyes lit up, "Good idea! Then I'll use different force and try each one, so you can write at least two thousand words about it!" He just hurt himself by his own doing.

Malcolm buried his head under a blanket and became completely mute.

He felt tormented and depressed inside his heart.

Lyra stifled her laughter and beat him two more times, with more force.

But for a man like Malcolm, who came out of the army, it was like an ant bite, which was a slight pain.

Lyra was just flirting with him. She gave the document to him to write notes. He was to help her so how she could hit him hard.

Since it was a joke, it was necessary to stop in time so as not to overplay.

She put the ruler back in the drawer and quietly went to unbuckle his belt.

Sensing the difference, Malcolm was immediately alert and grabbed the front of his pants, "Rara, what are you doing!" "You're the one who said that if | leave a swollen mark to you, | should be heartbroken. So I'll check to see if there are any injuries." She sounded serious, but for Malcolm, it was a threat! She spanked him and had to examine the injury!? He would be ashamed.

Therefore, it was absolutely not possible! "No injuries left! No need to check. Let's go downstairs and watch TV. I'll help you peel orange, OK?" He desperately tried to change the subject.

Lyra was unswayed, raising her eyebrows and smiling badly, "I'll give you a small reward if you let me see it. If not, you know the result!" Her words were meaningful and reckless.

So bothering! This time, in the face of the temptation of rewards, he decided to let go of the hand that tightened the pants, and compromised.

After a short period of embarrassment, it was the rewarding session of lust.

Malcolm, who was satisfied with the reward, helped her blow-dry her hair, then carried her downstairs and accompanied her to eat the damn orange! mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1