Chapter 67

***ZANE'S POV***

With London, you just can't expect any real thing with her. She is always set on sporting the worst out of you, she has a thing for striking the most dangerous nerves of the human body.

As she finishes eating, I set out the hairbrush on the counter, ready to use it on her.

"I could pass out if you use that on me," she says trying to dodge the punishment.

"Unless your head is aching, which I know it isn't, get over the sink, young lady," I mouth, rolling the towels, and placing them out of the way.

"I don't have a headache, but we never know," she says fidgeting.

"I want you naked, London. And naughty girls get fucked in the ass. I bet you will know your place when your butt is hot and red from the number of strokes you will receive," I tell her.

"You can't punish me, Zane. I already apologized," she spat out.

I stopped, my eyes glaring at her. She was defying my authority yet again.

"Are we going to add your strokes for talking back or are