The shirt hung loosely on her frame, extremely short, barely covering her thighs, but it was still far better than nothing.
For a moment, silence filled the room.
Then suddenly...
"Now, where were we?" the king asked.
Arabella could only stare at him, confused and unsure of what he meant.
"You slapped your king," he reminded her, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "And you cannot leave without punishment."
Before she could react, he sat down and pulled her toward him.
Arabella tried to resist, but it was futile.
He turned her over his lap.
"And remember to count," Enzo added calmly. "Or I will start afresh."
The first strike landed.
A sharp sound echoed.
Arabella cried out instantly, her body jerking from the force. The pain was intense, far more than she expected.
Enzo rubbed the spot briefly, easing the sting only slightly.
"Yes," he murmured, almost thoughtfully. "Let's see how you will run your mouth tomorrow when you can barely sit."
Another strike followed.
